The Sisters-In-Law: A Novel of Our TimeAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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The Sisters-In-Law: A Novel of Our Time
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
France -- Fiction; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
"I should be delighted if you would cut my brother out before it goes
any further," she said untruthfully. "It will save him a heartache....
Where could you meet her now? Society is disrupted here. But of course
Mr. Gwynne visits down the peninsula. He could take you to any one of
those exclusive abodes where you would be likely to meet the little
Alexina. She is only eighteen, by the way."
"That is rather young," he said dubiously. "I don't fancy her
conversation would be very interesting, and, after all, that is what it
comes down to, isn't it? I've been disappointed so often." He sighed
and looked quite thirty-five. "Still, she has personality. Five or six
years hence she may be a wonder.... I don't think I'd care about
educating and developing a girl--I like a pal right away.... What an
ass I am, rotting like this. Tour brother has as much chance as I have.
Younger sons with no prospect of succession are of exactly no account
with the American mamma. I've met a few of them."
"Oh, I fancy birth would be enough for Mrs. Groome. She's quite dotty
on the subject, and the people out here are simpler than Easterners,
anyhow. Simpler and more ingenuous."
"How is it you know so much about it, all, if you are not, as you
say--pardon me--a part of it?"
"I wonder!" She gave a short hard little laugh. "I don't know that I
could explain, except that it all has seemed to me from birth a part of
my blood and bones and gristle. An accident, a lucky strike on my
father's part when he first came out here, and they would know me as
well to-day as I know them. And then ... of course ... it is a small
community. We live on the doorsteps of the rich and important, as it
were. It would be hard for us not to know. It just comes to us. We are
magnets. I suppose all this seems to you--born on the inside--quite
ignominious."
"Well, my mother would have remained on the outside--that is to say a
quiet little provincial--if her father hadn't happened to make a
fortune with his iron works. I can understand well enough, but, if you
don't mind my saying so, I think it rather a pity."
"Pity?"
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