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Accordingly an acceptance was sent, and as a reward of that heroism Usselex had brought her a plastron of opals. That plastron she now wore. Her gown, which was cut a trifle lower on the back than on the neck, was of a hue that suggested the blending of sulphur and of salmon. Her arms were cased in Suède, into which she had rolled that part of the glove which covers the hand.
Jones." "Yes, Mrs. Usselex." "Look in the orchestra, in the third row, the aisle seat on the left." "Yes, Mrs. Usselex." "There is a woman looking up here. She has just turned her head. Do you see her?" "That woman with the blonde hair?" "Yes; do you know her?" "No, I can't say I know her. But I know who she is " "Who is she?" "She has an apartment at the Ranleigh. Her name is Mrs. Feverill.
He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. In his button-hole was a flower, and in his breath the odor of Crême de Menthe. It was evident that he had just dined. "Your man tells me that Mr. Usselex is not at home," he continued. "I fancied he might be going to the assembly too. I see that you are. You look like a queen of old time. No, but you are simply stunning."
She was here before on Monday evening, just before dinner, ma'am. She brought a letter and said there was no answer. I gave it to Mr. Usselex." "To Mr. Arnswald, you mean." "No, ma'am; it was for Mr. Usselex." Eden clutched at the piano. Through the sheet of music which she held she saw that note again. The handwriting was identical with the one on the envelope.
I wish, instead of lying across the square in a coffin, he could be here now. However, he came to see me one day. I happened to mention Usselex's name, and he told me certain rumors about him. The next afternoon I went to Usselex on the subject. 'I have already written to you on the matter, he said; and sure enough, when I got back here, I found the letter waiting. Would you like to see it?"
It was, that if Eden hated her husband a cause for that hatred must exist, and could he but discover it he would then have something tangible wherewith to work. Certainly, he told himself, it could not be money; nor did Usselex look like a man that drank. "I wonder," he mused, "whether it can be that he treats her badly. H'm. I know very little about Usselex.
He has more money than Incoul, Jerolomon, and Bleecker Bleecker put together." "You don't mean John Usselex, the banker?" "Oh, but I do, though." The ex-Minister opened the door and looked out into the outer room, then, assured that no one was listening, he resumed his former seat, crossed his legs, and meditatively beat his knee.
Presently, and while she was still convalescent, her father sent her abroad with friends, and when she returned, Dugald Maule had to her the reality of a bad dream, a nightmare that she might have experienced in the broad light of an earlier day. In the course of that winter it so happened that her father one evening brought in to dinner a man whom he introduced as Mr. Usselex.
At this speech Eden's hands fluttered like falling leaves; she made as would she speak, but Usselex motioned to her to be silent, and flicking a speck of dust from his sleeve as though the speck represented the reproof, he answered in a tone as conventional as Maule's. "And are you aware, sir, that a man who permits himself to interfere between husband and wife is "
And as she spoke she rose from the piano and reseated herself at the lounge which she had previously vacated. "Tell me about yourself," she added. "I am not asking out of idle curiosity." "You are very good to express any interest, Mrs. Usselex. But really there is little to tell. I used to live in Massachusetts, in Salem, with my grand-parents and my sister.
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