Gentlemen who composed the most fashionable club in Y---- gave an
elaborate german to welcome the chatelaine of Nutwood. The small Kent
coterie invited the judge and his daughter to several dinners, that were
promptly repaid, while, now and then, Eglah was requested to appear at
ladies' luncheons, and to assist at five o'clock teas; but more and more
she realized and resented keenly that among the proud old families she
was tolerated simply because of the powerful hereditary Maurice
prestige. Noting the social discrimination against her father, and in
some quarters the far from fervent, though courteous acceptance of
herself, her few invitations to Nutwood dinners were confined to those
who had welcomed him to their board and fireside. By degrees an element
of haughtiness, at variance with her youthful grace and beauty, invaded
her manner, and her frigid politeness hastened the diminution of the
circle revolving about her, and reduced social hospitalities to merely
formal visiting. Complete abandonment of the contemplated _fete
champetre_ resulted from the arrival of the mail one morning, three
weeks after Judge Kent's return from Washington--a journey to which no
one ever alluded.
Leaning back in her low wicker rocking-chair, in a shaded angle of the
colonnade, Eglah listlessly watched Eliza's white Angora cat, stretched
on the floor and following with avid green eyes the coquettish
manoeuvres of two brilliant red birds that flashed from a tangle of
Belgian honeysuckle vines--brocaded with pale-pink satin clusters--to
the quivering covert of a neighboring acacia, swinging its long, flowery
fringes of vivid yellow.
Of the town, nearly two miles distant, church spires and factory
chimneys were visible; but beyond the roaring river and far away, rose
against blue sky a battlement of hills, tapestried with that tender,
purple mist woven only in the loom of distance. With less than usual
interest, Eglah began to examine the papers and letters lying in her
lap. One heavy envelope contained samples of sprigged muslin for
curtains; in another, that was so light it seemed empty, she found a
newspaper clipping carefully folded in a blank sheet of thin notepaper.
"Special Correspondence.
"Washington:
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