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For Count Vogelstein was official, as I think you would have seen from the straightness of his back, the lustre of his light elegant spectacles, and something discreet and diplomatic in the curve of his moustache, which looked as if it might well contribute to the principal function, as cynics say, of the lips the active concealment of thought.

They were all agreed that Washington was fascinating, and none of them were better prepared to talk it over than the Bostonians. Vogelstein originally had been rather out of step with them; he hadn't seized their point of view, hadn't known with what they compared this object of their infatuation.

Pandora hasn't got one; where, if you please, should she have got it? Poor girl, it isn't fair of you to make her the subject of such questions as that." "Well," said Vogelstein, "if she's of the lower class it seems to me very very " And he paused a moment, as he often paused in speaking English, looking for his word. "Very what, dear Count?" "Very significant, very representative."

"As soon as we're started we'll go all right. My sister has written to a gentleman to come down." "I've looked for Miss Day to bid her good-bye," Vogelstein went on; "but I don't see her." "I guess she has gone to meet that gentleman; he's a great friend of hers." "I guess he's her lover!" the little girl broke out. "She was always writing to him in Europe."

Soon his huge form heaved with an inarticulate discontent, and as the speaker sat down amid perfunctory applause Vogelstein snorted twice into the air. "It is rather absurd, as you say," I ventured. "It's sickening," wheezed Vogelstein. "Why can't he sell his tapestries without all that talk?"

Vogelstein could see too that she wished to improve her mind; she looked at the historical pictures, at the uncanny statues of local worthies, presented by the different States they were of different sizes, as if they had been "numbered," in a shop she asked questions of the guide and in the chamber of the Senate requested him to show her the chairs of the gentlemen from New York.

Her laughter checked her reply a moment, and by the time she had recovered herself the young lady from Boston, with whom Vogelstein had been talking, stood there to take leave. This, for an American type, was an old one, he was sure; and the process of parting between the guest and her hostess had an ancient elaboration.

Vogelstein asked, as if that fact too would be typical. "Well, I'm working for New York. I flatter myself I've loosened them while we've been away," the girl went on. "They won't find in Utica the same charm; that was my idea. I want a big place, and of course Utica !" She broke off as before a complex statement. "I suppose Utica is inferior ?" Vogelstein seemed to see his way to suggest.

This lady, arriving, signified to her young friend the necessity of their moving on. But Miss Day's companions had various things to say to her before giving her up. She had a vivid answer for each, and it was brought home to Vogelstein while he listened that this would be indeed, in her development, as she said, another phase. Daughter of small burghers as she might be she was really brilliant.

On Fifth Avenue and the Rue Lafitte all the dealers were joking about the Balaklava Coronal. The name of Sarafoff, its maker, had even become accepted slang. For a season we "Sarafoffed" our intimates instead of hoaxing them. And in the face of all this Vogelstein had sold the Coronal to Morrison under Brush's very nose.

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