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In answer to the query which her eyebrows took on at this intelligence, Usselex explained that now and then, through stress of business, he was in Wall Street unable to provide the individual in question with his fullest instructions, and for that reason it was expedient for him to have the man of an evening at the house.
Major premiss, then Eden-hates Usselex. Minor premiss Usselex keeps her from me. Ergo. Eliminate Usselex, and she is mine. The logic of that is admirable; the only fault with it is that it doesn't give a hint as to the manner in which Usselex is to be eliminated. He may eliminate himself, it is true; but that is a possibility that it is hardly worth while to count on.
The funeral across the way, he told himself, would be gayer than this, and for the moment he regretted that he had not taken time by its bang and gone to other lands. Grief was always distressing to him, and the grief of his daughter was torment. The idea that Usselex had been derelict, he put from him.
Presently it was invaded by other visitors of whom no particular mention is necessary. At last there was a wail and final crash in the orchestra. The opera was done. On the way home Usselex questioned his wife. "Who is that man Maule?" he asked. "Miss Bolten is interested in him, I believe." "I hope not," Usselex returned; "he has a bad face."
"I was born here, Mrs. Usselex." "You were born here! I thought you were a German. Why didn't you tell me?" "You did not do me the honor to ask." "But your father was, wasn't he?" "No, my father was a Russian, I think." "You think? Why do you say you think? Don't you know? I never knew anyone so absurd." "My father died when I was very young, Mrs. Usselex. I do not remember him."
It was not until Miss Menemon's engagement to John Usselex was made public that the world in which that young lady moved manifested any interest in her future husband. Then, abruptly, a variety of rumors were circulated concerning him.
Eden put her hand on his sleeve. "Tell it me," she pleaded. For the moment he stood irresolute. "Tell me," she repeated, and moved back, motioning him to a chair. Usselex took out his watch. "I must hurry," he said again. "But there," he added tenderly, "since you wish it, a moment lost is small matter, after all." Again he glanced at her and hesitated as though expectant of a respite.
And as Eden, prettily flushed by the possibilities which her imagination disclosed spectacular-wise for her own delight, sat companioned by fancies, determining, if incentive were necessary, that incentive should come from her, the portiére was drawn aside and the butler announced Mr. Arnswald. "I ventured to come in," he said, apologetically, "although I knew Mr. Usselex was not at home.
But comment and rumors notwithstanding, the marriage took place, and after it the bride left her father's dingy little house on Second Avenue for a newer and larger one on Fifth. Many people had envied Usselex his wealth; on that day they envied him his bride. It was late in November before Eden found herself in full possession of her new home.
"When I came home this afternoon," Usselex continued, "and found that you had gone, I could not understand " "You might have gone to the Ranleigh for information. Let me pass!" "Why to the Ranleigh? surely " "To Mrs. Feverill, then, since you wish me to be explicit. Let me pass, I say." "It was of her I wished to tell you " "Was it, indeed? You were considerate enough, however, not to do so."
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