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"If they'd only make themselves as well as they make their sausages and things," sighed Mr. Milbrey. "And the self-made man will talk shop," suggested Oldaker. "He thinks you're dying to hear how he made the first thousand of himself." "Still, those Chicago chaps learn quickly enough when they settle in New York," ventured one of the young men.
The rope of pierced diamonds with pigeon-blood rubies strung between them, which she wears wound over her corsage, would assuredly overweight the frail Fidelia Oldaker; the tiara of emeralds and diamonds was never meant for a brow less majestic; nor would the stomacher of lustrous grey pearls and glinting diamonds ever have clasped becomingly a figure that was svelte or "skinny," as the great lady herself is frank enough to term all persons even remotely inclined to be svelte.
"Isn't it a huge bear-garden, though?" asks Launton Oldaker of the estimable Doctor von Herzlich, after the two had observed the scene in silence for a time. The wise German dropped an olive into his Rhine wine, and gazed reflectively about the room. Men and women sat at tables drinking. Beyond the tables at the farther side of the room, other men were playing billiards.
"You would still be the absurdest man in New York but we can't discuss that. He isn't going to marry her." "But he has married her " "What do you mean?" "I supposed you knew Oldaker told me as I left the hotel. He and your father were witnesses. The marriage took place this afternoon at the Arlingham." "You're not deceiving me?" "Come, come! girl!" "Oh, pardon me! please!
You shall take me in for that." "I'll have to give you a credit-slip, ma'am. You've overpaid me." And Mrs. Oldaker, with a coy fillip of her fan, called him a naughty boy. "Here, Rulon," she called to Shepler, "are two young daredevils who've been good enough to save me as many empty chairs. Now you shall take out Cornelia, and this juvenile sprig shall relieve you of Avice Milbrey.
I know from Fidelia Oldaker that the bishop began to cut up about it to Florence, and Florence defied him. That ancient theory that most gossip is without truth was exploded long ago. As a matter of fact most gossip, at least about the people we know, doesn't do half justice to the facts. But, really, I can't see why he fancied Florence Akemit.
Oldaker was flirting brazenly with Shepler, and prattling impartially to him and to one of the twin nephews of old days in social New York; of a time when the world of fashion occupied a little space at the Battery and along Broadway; of its migration to the far north of Great Jones Street, St. Mark's Place, and Second Avenue.
"Oh, yes . than to have your own ox gored without a word of talk. I remember it perfectly now. And there we're moving on to this feast of reason " "And the flow of something superior to reason," finished Shepler, who had come over for Mrs. Van Geist. "Oldaker has some port that lay in the wood in his cellar for forty years and went around the world between keel and canvas."
They are assuredly not New York any more than Gobelin tapestries and Fortuny pictures and Louis Seize chairs are New York." "How queerly you talk. Where is New York, then?" Oldaker sighed thoughtfully between two spoonfuls of tortue verte, claire. "Well, I suppose the truth is that there isn't much of New York left in New York.
As a contrast to the oppressively Western matron from Kansas City, here is Mistress Fidelia Oldaker on the arm of her attentive son. She would be very old but for the circumstance that she began early in life to be a belle, and age cannot stale such women.
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