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Herman; and Mr. Irons, who never will agree to anything that Mr. Hubbard wants, is putting up the claims of this new woman, just to be contrary." "What new woman? Mrs. Greyson?" "Yes. Mrs. Frostwinch told me all about it yesterday. Now there is a young man that we are interested in" "Who is 'we'?" interrupted Rangely. "Oh, Mrs. Frostwinch, and Mrs. Bodewin Ranger, and a number of us."
"It is my belief," observed Ainsworth deliberately, "that Fenton lies awake nights to invent beastly things to say about women, and when he gets something that he thinks is smart he throws it into the conversation any where, without the slightest regard to whether it fits or not." "What makes you so bitter against women?" asked Bently. "Yes," added Rangely, with mock deprecation.
He had heard in England that many American women whom he would be likely to meet socially were superficial and pleasure-loving; and Arthur Rangely came of a family which had long been cited as a vindication of a government by aristocracy, a family which had never shirked responsibilities.
"Fred Rangely told me at dinner to-night that he couldn't get into the studio this morning because Arthur was painting Mrs. Herman." "What did you say to him?" asked Edith. "I said," her companion returned, looking up in surprise at her tone, "that I fancied the picture must be intended as a surprise for Mr. Herman and he'd better not speak of it."
Greyson he had learned the story of the finding and recovery of the fugitive; and his heart kindled with gratitude toward the woman who had prevented consequences which he should have fruitlessly regretted. He became so absorbed in his thoughts that only the entrance of Fred Rangely aroused him. "Hallo, Rangely," the new comer was greeted, "where do you come from at this time of night?"
"Oh, don't break good company," Rangely remonstrated. "I have half a bottle here, and I do hate an alcoholic soliloquy." But the movement for departure was general, and in a few moments more the members of the company were wending their individual ways homeward through the pelting rain. THE SHOT OF ACCIDENT. Othello; iv. i.
He had long been the intimate friend of Grant Herman, and felt that the sculptor had a right to expect whatever aid he could give him in a matter like this. "But who," he asked, "is your protege?" "His name," Mrs. Staggchase replied, "is Orin Stanton. He is a fellow of the greatest talent, and he has worked his way" Rangely put up his hand in a gesture of impatience. "I know the fellow," he said.
The sculptor sheltered himself, so far as he could, by keeping out of sight, while Peter Calvin, unable to endure the jibes and laughter which everywhere met him, abandoned the cause of his protege and the town together, by starting two months earlier than he had intended on a trip to Europe. Rangely was angry with himself for having been persuaded by Mrs.
Although perhaps not the ideal confidant, Rangely was sympathetic and possessed of at least sufficient discretion to avoid comment until he knew the whole situation and was sure that his opinion was desired.
"Oh, come, Fenton," interrupted Rangely; "we all know that you can be more deliciously wrongheaded than any other live man, but you can't expect us to sit quietly by while you abuse art." "That is more absolute Philistinism," put in Hubbard, "than anything I have heard from Mr. Irons even."
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