Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his
business. He did not move. "Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. Both ladies were on easy and friendly terms with
all that was best in Morningside Park society; they had an afternoon once a
month that was quite well attended, they sometimes gave musical evenings, they
dined out and gave a finish to people’s dinners, they had a full-sized croquet
lawn and tennis beyond, and understood the art of bringing people together. “I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,”
he said. If this
success continued, it would be easy to assume the name of Taber. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. ”
“Isn’t it. ‘Like you?’
‘But I am not French. This won’t do.
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