To Marjorie’s consternation and amazement the four eager talkers
welcomed the newcomer with open arms. Their terms of affectionate
endearment seemed revolting, but it was when one effusively gushed:
“Your ears must be burning, dear, we were just discussing you and
remarking how unkind you were to deprive us of your charming society for
so long a time,” that Marjorie felt that she had reached the limit of
her endurance, and pleading an important engagement, hurried away.
Before she reached home, she remembered how strangely they had all acted
when she entered the room. Like a clear light it dawned on her that they
must have been discussing her just as they had this other woman.
Instances of this sort taught her shallowness and insincerity of the
people with whom she had chosen to mingle, so she managed to see less
and less of them all. Instead, she tried to interest herself in charity,
and again she failed. Whenever she decided to do a kindness, a reporter
would rush in, demand her picture for the front page of the society
section, and make a sensation out of nothing at all.
Many women would have craved that very thing, and derived great pleasure
from it. But not Marjorie Benton. With true gentility she shrank from
publicity. If she wanted to help those in distress, she wanted to do it
alone, in her own way, without having the whole world know of it.
She spent as much time as she could with the children while they were
small, but as they grew older and tutors and governesses took the place
of nurses, she found herself more and more lonely.
Once when Hugh asked her if she were happy, for a moment the inclination
was strong to open up her heart and tell him exactly how she felt—but
the thought of the children forced her to conquer it. For their sakes
she would utter no word of complaint; her own feelings must be
sacrificed for them and for her plans for their education and futures.
At the expiration of the five years’ lease on their home, Hugh purchased
a magnificent home, within easy motoring distance of New York. A small
army of servants were engaged to take charge of it.
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