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He had not been back since Christmas, and it was the first time he had seen the new hotel which his step-father had bought, and in which Mr. and Mrs. Moffatt had hastily established themselves, a few weeks earlier, on their return from a flying trip to America.
All her own attempts to get what she wanted had come to nothing; but she had always attributed her lack of success to the fact that she had had no one to second her. It was strange that Elmer Moffatt, a shiftless out-cast from even the small world she despised, should give her, in the very moment of his downfall, the sense of being able to succeed where she had failed.
Moffatt, it appeared, had been regarded as one of the most valuable witnesses for the State; his return from Europe had been anxiously awaited, his unreadiness to testify caustically criticized; then at last he had arrived, had gone on to Washington and had apparently had nothing to tell.
"Helen" and Ledyard caught her to him "you never would have said that if you had been Dick's mother!" "Perhaps not!" "No. You and I have only played second fiddles, first and last; but second fiddles come in handy!" The room grew dim and shadowy, and the two in the western window clung together. "Have you heard John, that Margaret Moffatt has broken her engagement to Clyde Huntter?" "Yes.
Then it was past, and upon the tracks over which the car had but just gone lay Priscilla Glenn quite unconscious! Travers came to himself at once, and took her head on his knee where but a short time ago it had lain so happily. "You, Priscilla!" It was Margaret Moffatt who spoke. The train had stopped; the few passengers had come back to see what had happened. "Yes; my God! Yes!
Nevertheless, the looking about had to be done; and a day came when he found himself once more at the door of Elmer Moffatt's office. His thoughts had been drawn back to Moffatt by the insistence with which the latter's name had lately been put forward by the press in connection with a revival of the Ararat investigation.
Ralph was easier to manage than so many of her friends and it was a mark of his present indifference to acquiesce in anything she suggested. "My husband? Why, what can he do for you?" Moffatt explained at once, in the fewest words, as his way was when it came to business. He was interested in a big "deal" which involved the purchase of a piece of real estate held by a number of wrangling heirs.
I've used them to flay many men into remorse and better living. I am thinking of them, as God hears me, when I take the course I do!" And so Travers suffered and groaned in the small, deserted room. Above and beyond Ledyard's reasoning stood two desolate figures. They seemed to represent all women: his Priscilla and Margaret Moffatt!
It seemed odd that Mrs Moffatt should have returned to the hotel after representing that she was obliged to be absent all morning, but no doubt some engagement had fallen through which she had intended to keep. She had lifted a brooch in her hands and turned towards the window to examine the colour of the pearls, when the jeweller spoke again.
Moffatt made no allusion to his visit to Saint Desert; but when the party had re-grouped itself about coffee and liqueurs on the terrace, he bent over to ask confidentially: "What about my tapestries?" She replied in the same tone: "You oughtn't to have let Fleischhauer write that letter. My husband's furious." He seemed honestly surprised. "Why? Didn't I offer him enough?"
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