The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3) — John Shaqi
The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)Yates, Edmund
General
The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
'Cold, nonsense; you have got that hideous Ulster coat which you
brought from England, and there are plenty of robes in the coupé. We
shall not be five minutes spinning up to Griswold's, and once there,
you will be very glad you came.'
So the two young men, Redmond Dillon and Charles Vanderlip, went out
into the hall of the club and wrapped themselves up in their
overcoats, and were whirled away up Fifth-avenue as hard as
Vanderlip's wiry little horses could lay their feet to the ground.
Charles Vanderlip was right in saying that his friend Alston Griswold
was very rich, for there were evidences of his wealth and of the
lavish manner in which he spent it before his door was reached.
Although it was early spring, traces of the severe winter yet remained
in huge masses of snow piled up into a high dirty frozen heap, which
extended along either side of the avenue, with interstices cut here
and there to allow of access to the house; but within twenty yards of
either side of Mr. Griswold's house these icy barriers had been
levelled and carted away, a broad canvas-covered passage had been made
from the inner door to the outer edge of the side-walk, and no sooner
was the outside barrier passed than you immediately merged from cold
and dreary darkness into warmth and light, into an atmosphere heavy
with perfume from the innumerable flowering shrubs with which the
rooms, the passages, and the staircases were decorated; into a species
of fairyland, where the ears were greeted with the sound of enlivening
dance-music exquisitely performed, and the eyes were delighted with
the sight of the prettiest women in the world in such perfect
toilettes as the most lavish expenditure could procure.
'This man really does the thing very well indeed,' said Dillon to
Vanderlip, as they made their way down the staircase towards the
parlour where the reception was being held.
'Does he, indeed? How very kind of you to patronise him!' said his
friend with a laugh. 'Why don't you pull your moustache, Redmond, and
say "Haw" to every word, after the true English swell fashion? Wait
until I have presented you to Griswold and you have talked to him, and
then you will find out what a true gentleman and thoroughly good
fellow he is.'
They had gained the door now, and were being carried on with the tide
of humanity that was surging through the room; the crowd was great and
almost constantly in motion, but as the host and hostess stopped every
one to say a few kindly words of recognition as they passed the
mantelpiece, which might in military language be called the saluting
point, Redmond Dillon had plenty of time to take a good look at Mr.
and Mrs. Alston Griswold before his presentation to them.
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