Ethics -- Fiction; Religion and sociology -- Fiction; Upper class families -- Fiction
“You do satisfy me,” I insisted. “It isn't that at all. But I think,
perhaps, it would be wiser to go back. It's rather a crucial time
with me, now that Mr. Watling's in Washington. I've just arrived at a
position where I shall be able to make a good deal of money, and later
on--”
“It isn't the money, Hugh,” she cried, with a vehemence which struck
me as a little odd. “I sometimes think we'd be a great deal happier
without--without all you are going to make.”
I laughed.
“Well, I haven't made it yet.”
She possessed the frugality of the Hutchinses. And some times my
lavishness had frightened her, as when we had taken the suite of rooms
we now occupied.
“Are you sure you can afford them, Hugh?” she had asked when we first
surveyed them.
I began married life, and carried it on without giving her any
conception of the state of my finances. She had an allowance from the
first.
As the steamer slipped westward my spirits rose, to reach a climax of
exhilaration when I saw the towers of New York rise gleaming like huge
stalagmites in the early winter sun. Maude likened them more happily--to
gigantic ivory chessmen. Well, New York was America's chessboard, and
the Great Players had already begun to make moves that astonished the
world. As we sat at breakfast in a Fifth Avenue hotel I ran my eye
eagerly over the stock-market reports and the financial news, and
rallied Maude for a lack of spirits.
“Aren't you glad to be home?” I asked her, as we sat in a hansom.
“Of course I am, Hugh!” she protested. “But--I can't look upon New York
as home, somehow. It frightens me.”
I laughed indulgently.
“You'll get used to it,” I said. “We'll be coming here a great deal, off
and on.”
She was silent. But later, when we took a hansom and entered the streams
of traffic, she responded to the stimulus of the place: the movement,
the colour, the sight of the well-appointed carriages, of the well-fed,
well-groomed people who sat in them, the enticement of the shops in
which we made our purchases had their effect, and she became cheerful
again....
In the evening we took the “Limited” for home.
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