David Harum: A Story of American Life — John Shaqi
David Harum: A Story of American LifeWestcott, Edward Noyes
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David Harum: A Story of American Life
Westcott, Edward Noyes
Bankers -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction
"Better in some ways, I think," she replied. "He seems to enjoy the home
life in contrast with the traveling about and living in hotels; and
then, in a moderate way, he is obliged to give some attention to
business matters, and to come in contact with men and affairs
generally."
"And you?" said John. "You find it pleasant to be back?"
"Yes," she said, "I do. As my sister said, we are quiet people. She goes
out so little that it is almost not at all, and when I go it has nearly
always to be with some one else. And then, you know that while Alice and
I are originally New Yorkers, we have only been back here for two or
three years. Most of the people, really, to whose houses we go are those
who knew my father. But," she added, "it is a comfort not to be carrying
about a traveling bag in one hand and a weight of responsibility in the
other."
"I should think," said John, laughing, "that your maid might have taken
the bag, even if she couldn't carry your responsibilities."
"No," she said, joining in his laugh, "that particular bag was too
precious, and Eliza was one of my most serious responsibilities. She had
to be looked after like the luggage, and I used to wish at times that
she could be labeled and go in the van. How has it been with you since
your return? and," as she separated a needleful of silk from what seemed
an inextricable tangle, "if I may ask, what have you been doing? I was
recalling," she added, putting the silk into the needle, "some things
you said to me on the Altruria. Do you remember?"
"Perfectly," said John. "I think I remember every word said on both
sides, and I have thought very often of some things you said to me. In
fact, they had more influence upon my mind than you imagined."
She turned her work so that the light would fall a little more directly
upon it.
"Really?" she asked. "In what way?"
"You put in a drop or two that crystallized the whole solution," he
answered. She looked up at him inquiringly.
"Yes," he said, "I always knew that I should have to stop drifting some
time, but there never seemed to be any particular time. Some things you
said to me set the time. I am under 'full steam a-head' at present.
Behold in me," he exclaimed, touching his breast, "the future chief of
the Supreme Court of the United States, of whom you shall say some time
in the next brief interval of forty years or so, 'I knew him as a young
man, and one for whom no one would have predicted such eminence!' and
perhaps you will add, 'It was largely owing to me.'"
She looked at him with an expression in which amusement and curiosity
were blended.
"I congratulate you," she said, laughing, "upon the career in which it
appears I had the honor to start you. Am I being told that you have
taken up the law?"
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