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Not wait for you! Why Helen, you can't what would Strathay think if I allowed you to arrive alone at the Opera?" "Then can't you and Peggy entertain him?" "Peggy?" She looked at me with blank incredulity. "You wouldn't stay away when Strathay why, Helen, you didn't mean that. Drive straight to the Metropolitan when you leave your those people, if you don't wish to come back for me.
"Aw, Miss Winship, really, y'know, you have no rivals," said my partner. I hadn't supposed him clever enough to guess what I was thinking. "Oh, yes I have one," I said; "isn't there somewhere here a real live Lord?" But just then we joined Meg, and it was she who pointed out to me "The Earl of Strathay the Twelfth Earl of Strathay," in a whisper of comical respect and deference.
Bellmer handsome handsome enough to be Nelly's partner?" persisted Ethel, impatient for her gossip to her it's all there is of gayety. "And is Lord Strathay nice?" "Mr. Bellmer's an overgrown cherub with a monocle," I laughed. Ned shall not think me one of those odious, fortune-hunting girls.
As he went, I caught sight of a slight figure, a pair of jealous, worshipping eyes. Poor Strathay had seen the incident; had perhaps thought I took pains to be cordial to him, when he had made his way with Poultney to my side; and to Mr.
She meant to bring him home to supper after the Opera, where, in spite of my first experience, we're constant now in attendance; but, to her surprise, then dismay, then almost abject remonstrance, I prepared to go out before dinner to inspect the new studio Kitty and Cadge have taken. "Be back in good season?" she pleaded. "How could you make an engagement for the night when Strathay.
I tell her you're awf'ly sensible an' jolly lettin' a fellow come like this, now, and talk to you's jolly, ain't it? An' you will try my mobe? Awf'ly jolly 'twould be to take a spin." "Very jolly indeed," I said. I turned my head that I might not see his shining scalp. Thank heaven, I thought, Hughy doesn't know enough to be deterred by two rejections, nor even by the gossip about Strathay.
But I mustn't judge New York, viewing it through the Van Dams' eyes. If I did, I should see a curious pyramid. At the top, a sole and unapproachable figure, the twelfth Earl of Strathay, just out of school; Next a society, two-thirds of whose daughters will marry abroad, and to all of whose members an Earl's lack of a wife is a burning issue;
Why, I owe Meg's dressmaker, for the dress Cadge admired and for others Mrs. Edgar was cheaper; I must go back to her. And in the Nicaragua, where Mrs. Whitney lives, the cost of but it wouldn't be for long. If Ned doesn't I won't think about Strathay. I must wait. It's my fault that I haven't plenty of money.
Don't be too hard upon Strathay, though. He's not so bad. His estates are not heavily encumbered, and he's as likely now to wed a music hall singer as a daughter of the Beerage. Perhaps such a marriage as he might have offered is not the best in life, but it is something that women who love their daughters as well as you love yours are glad to arrange for them.
That I was the one most hurt there? He should never know that I winced. I shrugged my shoulders, ignoring his fatherly glance, and faced him with a stare meant to be brazen. "You do not at the present time believe in sentiment?" he said. "Then I shall adapt my argument to your whim of practicality, and speak of the rumours which connect your name with that of young Lord Strathay." "Oh; that boy!"
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