How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the
summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence!
*****
Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast
cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of
Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley
going down toward the shops. Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the
beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. “The life of a private secretary is positively one of
slavery. “Me and my bright ideas. My trouble is with your sister. To her chagrin, he ignored her, and turned a venomous eye on his betrothed. "
"You are mocking me, Rowland. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear.
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