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When he had gone, Lanley dipped the spoon in his oyster stew with not a little pleasure. Nothing, apparently, could have raised his spirits more than the knowledge that old Josiah Wilsey had not signed the Declaration. He actually chuckled a little. "So like Wilsey himself," he thought. "No moral courage; calls it conservatism." Then his joy abated.
He saw that his absence had given his guests an instant of freer criticism, for they were tucking away smiles as he entered. "A very unusual type, is she not, our friend, Mrs. Wayne?" said Wilsey. "A little bit of a reformer, I'm afraid," said Mrs. Baxter. "Don't be too hard on her," answered Lanley. "Oh, very charming, very charming," put in Wilsey, feeling, perhaps, that Mrs.
"Please don't," she answered. "I don't want it." "Ah, the clever ones don't." "I never pretended to be clever." "Perhaps not; but I'd trust your intuition where I would pay no attention to a clever person." Lanley laughed. "I think you'd better express that a little differently, Wilsey," he said; but his legal adviser did not notice him. "My daughter came to me the other day," he went on to Mrs.
"I suppose I talked like Wilsey that night?" "You said you might be old-fashioned but " "Don't, please, tell me what I said, Mrs. Wayne."
All your pretty things and the way you live it would be like a cage to me. I like my life the way it is; but yours " "Do you think I would ask Wilsey to dinner every night or try to mold you to be like Mrs. Baxter?" She laughed. "You'd have a hard time. I never could have married again. I'd make you a poor wife, but I'm a wonderful friend."
"Because you can't get good servants?" said his friend, who was drumming on the table and looking blankly about. "Because all the old order is passing, all the standards and backgrounds that I value. I don't think I'm a snob " "Of course you're a snob, Wilsey." Mr. Wilsey smiled temperately. "What do you mean by the word?"
Wilsey shook his head gently, as one who went about correcting errors. "No. What I said was that I feel no moral doubt he would have signed it if an attack of illness " Lanley gave a short roar. "That's just like you, Wilsey. You wouldn't have signed it, either.
Baxter, "and said, 'Father, don't you think women ought to have the vote some day? and I said, 'Yes, my dear, just as soon as men have the babies." "There's no answer to that," said Mrs. Baxter. "I fancy not," said Wilsey. "I think I put the essence of it in that sentence." "If ever women get into power in this country, I shall live abroad." "O Mrs. Baxter," said Mrs.
"I own," he said, "that I value birth, but so do you, Lanley. You attach importance to being a New York Lanley." "I do," answered Lanley; "but I have sense enough to be ashamed of doing so. You're proud of being proud of your old Signer." "As a matter of fact," Mr. Wilsey remarked slowly, "Josiah Wilsey did not sign the Declaration." "What!" cried Lanley. "You've always told me he did."
He had barely finished ordering luncheon oyster stew, cold tongue, salad, and a bottle of Rhine wine when, looking up, he saw Wilsey was approaching him, beaming. "Haryer, Wilsey?" he said, without cordiality. Wilsey, it fortunately appeared, had already had his midday meal, and had only a moment or two to give to sociability. "Haven't seen you since that delightful evening," he murmured.
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