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Updated: June 9, 2025
The Elegancia, where Lilas lived, was a painfully new, over- elaborate building with a Gothic front and a Gotham rear half its windows pasted with rental signs. Six potted palms, a Turkish rug, and a jaundiced Jamaican elevator-boy gave an air of welcome to the ornate marble entrance-hall.
Lilas fitted a key to the first door on the right as they went in, explaining, "I'm on the ground floor, and find it very convenient." "This place is too grand for me," Lorelei objected. "Oh, offer your own price for Gertie's flat if you like it. They're crazy for tenants. If you didn't want a furnished place you could get in rent-free. They have to fill up these buildings to sell them.
"I don't know, never having met the lady. I wouldn't humiliate myself by a personal interview, so I built a story on the Broadway gossip. Inasmuch as she goes in for notoriety, I gave her some of the best I had in stock. Her photographer did the rest." The door curtains parted, and Lilas Lynn, a slim, black-eyed young woman, entered.
Lorelei voiced her first impulse, then shrilly appealed to Lilas to do something. But Lilas remained petrified in her attitude of retreat; from the pallor that was whitening her cheeks now it might have been she who was in danger of death. "Don't telephone," said Hammon, huskily. "You must do just as I say, understand? This mustn't get out, do you hear? I'm not hurt. I'm all right, but fetch Bob.
He wore his pajama jacket over a silk undershirt, and was now resting preparatory to his daily battle with the world. Just how the struggle went or where it was waged the others knew not at all. His mother shook her head. "Those old men are all alike. Mr. Hammon will never marry Lilas." "Is that so?" James abandoned his reading. "The older they are, the softer they get.
He " She dropped her hands in a gesture of resignation. "What's the use? You know the kind of man he is." "Go on." Lilas began to weep silently, rocking her body to and fro. "It's just my luck when I had another chance, too! I don't care for my own sake, but I do love Lorelei; and you've certainly been a prince, Bob." "Good Lord! Max can't insist on your giving yourself up. Why, that's absurd!"
No baggage, no money. Deuce of a way to get married." Bob turned again to Jim, who solved the difficulty with a word. "Why, you're both going to Lorelei's place, of course; then you can make your plans to-morrow." The bride's half-strangled protest was lost in a burst of enthusiasm from Lilas.
My father observing this said to her anxiously, "You have nothing to say, daughter mine?" "I'm not going, father." "What's that you say? You've been much better these last days and are well able to stand the trip. You weren't very well last year, and yet you went to 'Las Lilas' and found it so beneficial to your health."
Lilas flashed him a grateful glance from eyes that were doubly large and dark against her pallor. "You're a prince with your money, but it's too late." "Nonsense!" "Oh, they'd get me sooner or later. I may as well face the music." "Do you mean slow music? Do you mean the bugs will get you?" Jim inquired. "No. I mean I'd have to take it on the dodge if I went, and what's the use of that?
Lorelei would have preferred a different location, not particularly desiring to be near Lilas; but there was no time in which to look about, and the necessity that faced her made any assistance welcome. Without more discussions she agreed, and the two girls rode up-town together.
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