Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; Courtship -- Fiction; Love stories
Mrs. Justice Averill, who was from the far West somewhere, received Dan
with the ease of the far East, and was talking London and Paris to him
before the end of the third minute. It gave Dan a sense of liberation,
of expansion; he filled his lungs with the cosmopolitan air in a sort
of intoxication; without formulating it, he felt, with the astonishment
which must always attend the Bostonian's perception of the fact, that
there is a great social life in America outside of Boston. At Campobello
he had thought Miss Anderson a very jolly girl, bright, and up to all
sorts of things; but in the presence of the portable Boston there he
could not help regarding her with a sort of tolerance which he now
blushed for; he thought he had been a great ass. She seemed to know all
sorts of nice people, and she strove with generous hospitality to make
him have a good time. She said it was Cabinet Day, and that all the
secretaries' wives were receiving, and she told him he had better make
the rounds with them. He assented very willingly, and at six o'clock he
was already so much in the spirit of this free and simple society,
so much opener and therefore so much wiser than any other, that he
professed a profound disappointment with the two or three Cabinet ladies
whose failure to receive brought his pleasure to a premature close.
“But I suppose you're going to Mrs. Whittington's to-night!” Miss
Anderson said to him, as they drove up to Wormley's, where she set him
down. Miss Van Hook had long ceased to say anything; Dan thought her a
perfect duenna. “You know you can go late there,” she added.
“No, I can't go at all,” said Dan. “I don't know them.”
“They're New England people,” urged Miss Anderson; as if to make him try
to think that he was asked to Mrs. Whittington's.
“I don't know more than half the population of New England,” said Dan,
with apparent levity, but real forlornness.
“If you'd like to go--if you're sure you've no other engagement--”
“Oh, I'm certain of that?”
“--we would come for you.”
“Do!”
“At half-past ten, then.”
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