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MR. NEWELL'S consent brought with it no accompanying concessions. In the first flush of his success Garnett had pictured himself as bringing together the father and daughter, and hovering in an attitude of benediction over a family group in which Mrs. Newell did not very distinctly figure. But Mr. Newell's conditions were inflexible.
Dyer was kindly, and not more of a gossip than her neighbors; and there were no children, only one grandchild, the inoffensive Nicky. The ways of the house were somewhat uncouth, but everything was clean and in a certain sense homelike. To Miss Newell's homesick sensitiveness it seemed better than being stared at across the boarding-house table by Boker and Pratt, and pitied by the engineer.
Even Garnett's services received little recognition, unless he found them sufficiently compensated by the new look in Hermione's eyes. The principal figures in Mrs. Newell's foreground were the Woolsey Hubbards and Baron Schenkelderff. With these she was in hourly consultation, and Mrs.
For the marriage, of course, was an invention of her own, a superlative stroke of business, in which he was sure the principal parties had all been passive agents, in which everyone, from the bankrupt and disreputable Fitzarthurs to the rich and immaculate Morningfields, had by some mysterious sleight of hand been made to fit into Mrs. Newell's designs.
Hist. and Gen. Register, 1855. Frothingham's "Siege," 230. Ibid., 279. This obscure diversion caused the Dorringtons to be suspected of signalling at night to the rebels. Leach's and Edes' "Journals," N. E. Hist. and Gen. Register, 1865; Newell's "Journal," Mass. Hist. Soc. Collections, i, series iv; Frothingham's "Siege," 239; Sabine's "Loyalists." September 26.
Newell's thin lips formed a noiseless whistle. "They've got to have my consent, have they? Well, is he a good young man?" "The bridegroom?" Garnett echoed in surprise. "I hear the best accounts of him and Miss Newell is very much in love." Her parent met this with an odd smile. "Well, then, I give my consent it's all I've got left to give," he added philosophically. Garnett hesitated.
AN apparition almost as startling had come to Garnett himself in the shape of the mauve note received from his concierge as he was leaving the hotel for luncheon. Not that, on the face of it, a missive announcing Mrs. Sam Newell's arrival at Ritz's, and her need of his presence there that afternoon at five, carried any special mark of the portentous.
We came over yesterday from London." Garnett, seating himself, continued his leisurely survey of the room. In the glitter of Mrs. Newell's magnificence Hermione, as usual, faded out of sight, and he hardly noticed her mother's allusion. "I have never seen you more resplendent," he remarked. She received the tribute with complacency. "The rooms are not bad, are they?
Newell's juggling could hardly conjure up a dot: such feats as she was able to perform in this line were usually made to serve her own urgent necessities. And besides, who was likely to take sufficient interest in Hermione to supply her with the means of marrying a French nobleman?
They struggled not from any rational motivation but from long stubbornness, from habit, as a fly kicks six-legged and constant against the surface tension of a trapping pool. Formally, Maya was allied to Newell's clarity and solidity, and she could express this alliance with complete logic if called on. But behind the casually blowing sand she sensed a depth.
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