Manners and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
Lady Gower smiled down at her from the height of her many years.
“Wait,” she said dryly, “you are very young now--and very rich; every
one is crowding to give you pleasure, to show his admiration. You are
a very fortunate girl. But later, these things which some man has done
because he loved you, and which you call foolish, will grow large in
your life, and shine out strongly, and when you are discouraged and
alone, you will take them out, and the memory of them will make you
proud and happy. They are the honors which women wear in secret.”
Helen came back to town in September, and for the first few days was so
occupied in refurnishing her studio and in visiting the shops that she
neglected to send Carroll word of her return. When she found that a
whole week had passed without her having made any effort to see him,
and appreciated how the fact would hurt her friend, she was filled with
remorse, and drove at once in great haste to Jermyn Street, to announce
her return in person. On the way she decided that she would soften the
blow of her week of neglect by asking him to take her out to luncheon.
This privilege she had once or twice accorded him, and she felt that the
pleasure these excursions gave Carroll were worth the consternation they
caused to Lady Gower.
The servant was uncertain whether Mr. Carroll was at home or not, but
Helen was too intent upon making restitution to wait for the fact to be
determined, and, running up the stairs, knocked sharply at the door of
his study.
A voice bade her come in, and she entered, radiant and smiling her
welcome. But Carroll was not there to receive it, and instead, Marion
Cavendish looked up at her from his desk where she was busily writing.
Helen paused with a surprised laugh, but Marion sprang up and hailed her
gladly. They met half way across the room and kissed each other with the
most friendly feeling.
Philip was out, Marion said, and she had just stepped in for a moment to
write him a note. If Helen would excuse her, she would finish it, as she
was late for rehearsal.
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