Domestic fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction
The prospect of the talk with her daughter-in-law barely ruffled her
new-found peace. It was a pity Lita was restless; but nowadays all the
young people were restless. Perhaps it would be as well to say a word to
Kitty Landish; flighty and inconsequent as she was, it might open her
eyes to find that she was likely to have her niece back on her hands.
Mrs. Percy Landish's hands were always full to overflowing with her own
difficulties. A succession of ingenious theories of life, and the
relentless pursuit of originality, had landed her in a state of chronic
embarrassment, pecuniary, social and sentimental. The announcement that
Lita was tired of Jim, and threatened to leave him, would fall like a
bombshell on that precarious roof which figured in the New York
Directory as somewhere in the East Hundreds, but was recorded in the
"Social Register" as No. 1 Viking Court. Mrs. Landish's last fad had
been to establish herself on the banks of the East River, which she and
a group of friends had adorned with a cluster of reinforced-cement
bungalows, first christened El Patio, but altered to Viking Court after
Mrs. Landish had read in an illustrated weekly that the Vikings, who had
discovered America ages before Columbus, had not, as previously
supposed, effected their first landing at Vineyard Haven, but at a spot
not far from the site of her dwelling. Cement, at an early stage, is
malleable, and the Alhambra _motifs_ had hastily given way to others from
the prows of Nordic ships, from silver torques and Runic inscriptions,
the latter easily contrived out of Arabic _sourats_ from the Koran. Before
these new ornaments were dry, Mrs. Landish and her friends were camping
on the historic spot; and after four years of occupancy they were
camping still, in Mrs. Manford's sense of the word.
A hurried telephone call had assured Pauline that she could see Mrs.
Landish directly after lunch; and at two o'clock her motor drove up to
Viking Court, which opened on a dilapidated river-front and was
cynically overlooked by tall tenement houses with an underpinning of
delicatessen stores.
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