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"The Keystone ain't good enough for him any longer. He's going north to be within call of his friends." "How is Laura Lindsay?" Sommers asked. "I saw her last night, and I met Mr. Brome Porter and young Polot, too." "Did you tell 'em where you were going to-night?" Sommers asked, rather bitterly.
"I came here to find you; what do you want me to talk about, Stewart's engagement to Miss Polot? It was given the chief place in the newspaper this morning." "Sh, sh!" Miss Hitchcock exclaimed cautiously. Little groups were moving in and out of the rooms, and at that moment a pale-faced, slight young man came up to Miss Hitchcock.
Carson was as clever a manipulator of capitalists as her husband. There were a few of the more important people of the city, such as Alexander Hitchcock, Ferdinand Dunster, the Polot families, the Blaisdells, the Anthons. There were also a few of the more distinctly "smart" people, and a number who might be counted as social possibilities.
Several of the younger women stopped and exchanged amused glances with Miss Hitchcock. "He's been attentive to all these," Miss Hitchcock explained to Sommers. "The Polot money is very bad, isn't it?" Miss Hitchcock shrugged her shoulders. "It is current coin." "The system is worse than the dot and mariage de convenance. There is no pretension of sentiment in that, at least.
All these people are laughing about it." "It is a bad case, but don't you believe that they are not envying him and praising him. He is a clever man, and he won't let the Polot money go to waste. He has taken the largest purse the rest were too light." Miss Hitchcock seemed to find infinite resources of mirth in the affair. Other people drifted by them.
Whenever in the future he might care to refresh his mind with the vision of this epitome of success, he had but to drop into the dusky building on the lake front and have it all with the comment of the great artist. As he moved on his restless course, he thought of Porter and Carson, of Polot, and then of many others, whose faces came out of the memories of the past year.
Carson, "ingeniously and correctly associated," as Miss Hitchcock commented, and little Laura Lindsay flirting with young Polot. Miss Hitchcock quickened her pace, for the polo had already begun. They saw Caspar Porter's little pony fidgeting under its heavy burden. It became unmanageable and careered wildly up and down the field, well out of range of the players.
"May I offer my congratulations?" she said, turning to him with the smile that Sommers's remark had caused still on her lips. The young man simpered, uttered the requisite platitude, and moved away. "Did you congratulate him on the Polot connection or on the girl?" the young doctor asked. "You don't know Estelle Polot! She is impossible. But Burton Stewart has got just what he wanted.
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