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The walls were panelled, there was a stone fireplace with andirons set, a deep carpet spread over the tessellated floor, and three leather-padded armchairs, one of which Mr. Plimpton hospitably drew forward for the rector. He then produced a box of cigars. "You don't smoke, Mr. Hodder. I always forget. That's the way you manage to keep yourself in such good shape."
All the railroads would have to abandon their terminals there'd be no more traffic, and you'd have to walk across the bridge to get a drink." "Well," said Mr. Plimpton, "Tom Beatty's good enough for me, for a while." Beatty, Hodder knew, was the "boss," of the city, with headquarters in a downtown saloon. "Beatty's been maligned," Mr. Varnum declared.
Parr's getting ready to make another big haul right now. I know, because Plimpton said as much, although he didn't confide in me what this particular piece of rascality is. He knows better." Phil Goodrich looked grim. "But the law?" exclaimed his wife. "There never was a law that Nelson Langmaid couldn't drive a horse and carriage through." "And Mr. Langmaid's one of the nicest men I know!"
When I saw Plimpton at the Country Club the other day he wondered, in that genial, off-hand manner of his, whether Hodder would continue to be satisfied with St. John's. Plimpton said he might be offered a missionary diocese. Oh we'll have a fine old row." "I believe," said Eleanor, "that that's the only thing that interests you."
"They're frightened and out of breath," said Phil, "they had no idea that Bedloe would stick after they had licked him in three campaigns. Two years ago they tried to buy him off by offering to send him to the Senate, and Wallis Plimpton has never got through his head to this why he refused." Plimpton's head, Eleanor declared dryly, was impervious to a certain kind of idea.
Plimpton had often reflected upon the loss to the world, and the gain to himself, that she was a woman. It would not be gallant to suggest that his swans were geese. The successful navigation of lower Tower Street, at noonday, required presence of mind on the part of the pedestrian.
"Grace wants me because she thinks I have become the fashion for the same reason that Charlotte Plimpton wants me. Only there is this difference Grace will know the exact value of what I shall have done. Not that she thinks me a Le Notre" Alison laughed "What I mean is, she sees behind, she sees why it is fashionable to have a garden, since she has worked out the values of that existence.
Larrabbee's temptation to be witty at the expense of those for whom she had no liking had led Hodder to discount the sketch. He had not disliked Mr. Plimpton, who had done him many little kindnesses. He was good-natured, never ruffled, widely tolerant, hail-fellow-well-met with everybody, and he had enlivened many a vestry meeting with his stories.
"If you ask me my opinion, I'll tell you frankly that if Hodder has made up his mind to stay in St. John's a ton of dynamite and all the Eldon Parrs in the nation can't get him out." "Can't the vestry make him resign?" asked Mr. Plimpton, uncomfortably. "You'd better, go home and study your canons, my friend. Nothing short of conviction for heresy can do it, if he doesn't want to go."
It's too bad that you couldn't have seen your way to take that cruise Mr. Parr was all cut up about it. I guess you're the only man among all of us fairly close to him, who really knows him well," said Mr. Plimpton, admiringly. "He thinks a great deal of you, Mr. Hodder. By the way, have you seen him since he got back?" "No," Hodder answered. "The trip did him good.
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