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Updated: June 23, 2025
You can't deny that the girl is all right and a sweet pathetic figure." "If the girl marries one of our boys and no doubt that is what she was brought here for we shall not be able to get rid of the mother. We've tried that and failed." At that moment Ruyler's eyes met those of the girl. They flashed an irresistible appeal. He drew a short breath. How different she looked!
Maharajas, kings, emperors, famous diplomats, men of letters, artists of his own small class, statesmen and several of the famous beauties of their brief day; these had been the favorite grandson's inheritance from Masewell Price, and they made an impressive frieze, unique in the splendid homes of the city of Ruyler's adoption.
Do do you remember any woman of the town named Marie Delano?" He swallowed hard but brought it out. "Who may have flourished here fifteen or twenty years ago?" Spaulding knew that Ruyler's wife had been named Delano, but he refrained from whistling and fixed his sharp honest blue eyes on the opposite wall. "Nope. Sounds fancy enough, but she was no Queen of the Red Light District in S.F."
Life out here in California had been too hurried for more than fleeting moments of self-study, but on this idle Sunday morning Price Ruyler's perturbed mind wandered to that inner self of his to which he once had longed to give a freer expression.
He had come upon too many couples in remote corners of conservatories, had been a not unaccomplished principal in his own day ... there was, beyond question, some deep understanding between her and this man. Suddenly Ruyler's gaze burned through to his wife's consciousness. She moved her eyes to his, flushed to her hair, then for a moment looked almost gray.
Ruyler's cool insolent gaze swept the dado of amiable overfed ladies who fanned themselves against the wall. "None of that! You know that I do not tolerate the New York attitude. At least we know who ours are; they came into their own respectably, and with no uncertain touch. Of course it is stupid of them to get fat. Naturally it makes them look bourgeoise. But this is a lazy climate.
That had been before Ruyler's day, but he knew the history of the neighborhood, and this man's interest in it. He was not surprised to hear Bisbee laugh aloud as Madame Delano, who stepped off the car with astonishing agility, waddled down the now respectable street. But she held her head majestically and did not look back. Ruyler squared his back lest the man, glancing over, recognize him.
Gwynne clasped his hand about Ruyler's arm. "Just a moment, old chap. I want your opinion " "But there is the music again. I'll be knocking people over " "You will if you go now, and there'll be dancing for hours yet. Your wife has been dividing up now, tell me if you back me in this proposition or not. I'm going to Washington to represent you fellows "
Breeding was a part of Ruyler's religion, as component in his code as honor, patriotism, loyalty, or the obligation of the strong to protect the weak. Far better the bend sinister in his own class than a legitimate parent of the type of 'Gene Bisbee or D.V. Bimmer.
Ford had been given a lively girl, Aileen Lawton, to dissipate the financial anxieties of the day, and, to Ruyler's satisfaction, Mrs. Thornton had fallen to his lot and he sat on the left of Isabel.
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