United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Then she saw him shrug his shoulders, shift his gaze, and give his full
attention to Geoffrey. A few moments later, to his friend’s manifest
relief, he took over the burden of conversation and talked of old and
abandoned mining towns he had seen in Nevada; and told stories both
orthodox and unusual, that clung to them. One made even Gita laugh
heartily; the tale of a man who had taken refuge in the office of his
manager high up and in the side of a mountain still full of silver,
which could be approached only by a narrow and precarious flight of
steps—from a lady of easy virtue, who, now that he owned much of the
mountain, was determined to marry him. While he was smoking a
congratulatory pipe his manager, passing the entrance to the eyrie,
cried out suddenly: “My God, Jim, she’s coming up the ladder with a
pistol in one hand and a priest behind her!” And, corralled and at bay,
the millionaire had married the lady, dowered her extravagantly, and
left her to her own devices. A few years later she had attained a high
and haughty position in European Society.
This time Bylant included Gita in the conversation as he did Mrs.
Pelham; with equal and charming politeness, and nothing more. She went
home with the sense of having had an agreeable and instructive evening,
and of enjoying it more than she deserved. Far more important, she had
pleased Elsie and was not compelled to anathematize herself as a boor.
Topper had been ordered to call for her in a taxi, lest Elsie should
insist upon her brother’s escort. Dr. Pelham, much relieved, pronounced
her a sensible young woman, and looked astonished when his sister went
off into a paroxysm of laughter.
CHAPTER XII
Gita was walking in her woods. She had had a canter on the beach and a
swim and was full of exultant life. The mood of two mornings earlier was
forgotten. It was glorious to be young and free from care and as healthy
and lively as a puppy. In these days, thank heaven, the young were
consciously young; no one could say they did not appreciate their youth
till too late.
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