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The party finally reached the theatre and saw a "sex" play, which caused a furious discussion among the women. "No woman would have done that." "The man was not worth the sacrifice," etc. And Fosdick gloomily remarked in Isabelle's ears: "Rot like this is all you see on the modern stage. And it's because women want it, they must forever be fooling with sex. Why don't they "
There was also a slip of paper in another hand, the contents of which the Countess did not think it necessary to mention, being simply these words: "If you hear not of me soon, and that by the trumpet of Fame, conclude me dead, but not unworthy." A thought, hitherto repelled as wildly incredible, now glanced with double keenness through Isabelle's soul.
"It has made living possible for him and for me, it has made it something noble and great, to feel this in our souls.... I wanted to tell you; I thought you would understand, and I did not want you to be wrong about me, not to know me all!" She knelt and buried her head in Isabelle's lap, and when she raised her face there were tears falling from the eyes.
"And the other one," Mrs. Falkner added in revery, "is more than a millionnaire now." Her face was full of speculation over what might have been as the wife of all that money. "But we are happy, Rob and I, except for the bills! Don't you hate bills?" Isabelle's only answer was a hearty laugh. She found this pretty, frank little "Westerner" very attractive.
On the broad white balustrade Isabelle's great peacock was standing, with his tail fanned to its amazing breadth; two maids, in their crisp black and white, were coming and going with silver and china on their trays. Miss Field had duly come down to preside, and all was well. Isabelle, as she dropped into a chair, gave a sigh of relief; everyone was amused and absorbed and happy.
He had a detestable nasal whine, and he maltreated the accents of several familiar words. The culture of letters and vocal delivery had evidently not been large in the small inland college where he had been educated. These annoying peculiarities at first distracted Isabelle's attention, while the lawyer labored through the opening paragraphs of his argument.
Isabelle's sweet countenance, so angelically mild and pure, exercised a wonderful influence over the neglected little savage, who had always been surrounded by fierce, haggard faces, expressive of every evil passion, and disfigured by indulgence in the lowest vices, and excesses of every kind. "But how does it happen that you are here, Chiquita?" asked Isabelle, after a short silence.
She felt ashamed and small, yet protested: "I don't see why you should object. Every one does the same, uses all the pull he has." "There are changes coming, I prefer to wait. The man who uses least pull usually hangs on longest." As he walked to the office that morning, the thought of Isabelle's restlessness occupied his mind. "It's dull for her here, of course.
Isabelle's namesake number two in the list having been considered by her aunt, was dismissed on an errand. The older boys were at school, the baby out in the kitchen "with the colored lady who assists," as Alice explained. When they were alone, the cousins looked at each other, each thinking of the changes, the traces of life in the other.
But in the maze of earthly affairs all these unlike matters were related, and the relationship is worth our notice, if not Isabelle's. If it had been expounded to her, if she had seen certain certificates of Pleasant Valley stock lying snugly side by side with Torso Northern bonds and other "good things" in her husband's safe, and also in the strong boxes of Messrs.
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