A Modern Chronicle, Volume 5
garettes reach her and turn her faint; and she clutched suddenly at the banisters. Thus she stood for a while, motio
inevitable shirt with the wide pink stripes, of the abolishment or even of the effective toning down of which she had long since despaired. On the contrary, like his complexion, they evinced a continual tendency towards a more aggressive colour. There was also the jewelled ring, now conspicuously held aloft on a fat little finger. The stripes appeared that morning as the banner of a hated suzerain, the ring as the emblem of his
more careful of Mrs. Forsythe
from Europe. Things are skyrocketing in Wall Street." He glanced at the ash tray, which she had push
s," she replied; "you do
by the fuss she made over the inventory,
with it," said Hon
ared
u look like tha
ever look at me clo
by the railing. Across the way, beyond the wall, she h
esently, "why do you c
ort?" he repeated. "I
come up here
rom New York; and see men I shouldn't probably see otherwise." He pause
o be sure,"
of w
ou perfectly. You do not feel-
do you
e to stay in Newp
he replied. "I leave t
of it?" s
d. "By the way, Honora, I've got to have a conference
o-night," she told hi
from the table and sent for Mr. Farwell. The forehanded Reginald arrived with a sketch, and the result, as every one knows, is one of the chief monuments to his reputation. So exquisitely proportioned is its simple, two-storied marble front as seen through the trees left standing on the o
ning room, with hangings of Pompeiian red, and frescoes of nymphs and satyrs and pip
w York in the past thirty years, had eaten the same meal in the same little restaurant under the street. This he told Honora, on his left, as though it were not history. He preferred apple pi
hat Frenchman to the little New England hilltown whe
; and he had married a Playfair, a family noted for good living. Honora did not know that he was fond of talking of that apple pie and the New England school a
he face was hidden, indeed, by the red beard. What she read was in the little eyes that swept her with a look of possession: possession in a large sense, let it be emphasized, that an exac
nds of a barometer, sought he
eeling tiptop, is
h old Wing all day. Some
od deal to kn
n't inform you,"
bert apo
dn't suppose you knew. The old man is getting ready to make another killing,
ra s
n't mind,
be ransacking the corne
e while Mr. Wing was talking to you. I d
e answered, smiling a
hed ner
on, undismayed. "I hope you won't think I'm making love to you. Not t
y was un
think that?" she
were a poet, or that fellow Dewing, I might be ab
ou're not,"
oung moon rode serenely in the sky and struck a path of light across the rest
blue, transparent substance that used to be on favours at children'
re a poet, after
oss the flags. Ho
Cuthbert. "I thought you
once to-night," he said,
as si
you a
she answered. "
d in her; and a note of supplication from him touched her strangely. Lo
said unsteadily, "my
ood in fr
ught you would hav
to see y
d n
. "I can't abandon what I have of you-what you will
overing a little; "at least in modern ones.
a flash of humour and a touch of hope
icking up her skirts,
ou one more ch
Howard's presence, that he called her twice from her corner of the carriage after the vehicle had stopped; and he ha
ments, which ordinarily might have aroused her curiosity, if not her alarm, she watched with a profound indifference. He took a stand before the Japanese screen in
e any arrangements for me on Sunday, you'll have to cancel them
" she
say anything about it, all's up between me and Wing. The fact that he picked me out to engineer the thing, and that he
ot tell me, How
ded with a chuckle: "If it goes through, order what you l
udden premonition that the thing
s have tried the thing before, nearer home, and it worked like a charm. Street railways. We buy up the little lines for nothing, and get
nora, slowly, "as though s
th, and how to use it to the best advantage. It's a case," he announced, "of the survival of the fittest. Which reminds me that if I'm going to be fit