Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 03 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 80 pages of information about Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 03.

Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 03 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 80 pages of information about Modern Chronicle, a — Volume 03.

“There!” cried Mrs. Tyler, triumphantly.  “Once—­not so very long ago—­I was just as inexperienced as you, my dear.  She belongs to that horribly fast set with which no self-respecting woman would be seen.  It’s an outrage that they should come to a hotel like this and act as though it belonged to them.  She knows me quite as well as I know her, but when I am face to face she acts as though I was air.”

Honora could not help thinking that this, at least, required some imagination on Mrs. Maitland’s part.  Mrs. Tyler had stopped for breath.

“I have been introduced to her twice,” she continued, “but of course I wouldn’t speak to her.  The little man with the lisp, next to her, who is always acting in that silly way, they call Toots Cuthbert.  He gets his name in the newspapers by leading cotillons in New York and Newport.  And the tall, slim, blond one, with the green hat and the feather in it, is Jimmy Wing.  He’s the son of James Wing, the financier.”

“I went to school at Sutcliffe with his sister,” said Honora.

It seemed to Honora that Mrs. Tyler’s manner underwent a change.

“My dear,” she exclaimed, “did you go to Sutcliffe?  What a wonderful school it is!  I fully intend to send my daughter Louise there.”

An almost irresistible desire came over Honora to run away.  She excused herself instead, and hurried back towards her room.  On the way she met Howard in the corridor, and he held a telegram in his hand.

“I’ve got some bad news, Honora,” he said.  “That is, bad from the point of view of our honeymoon.  Sid Dallam is swamped with business, and wants me in New York.  I’m afraid we’ve got to cut it short.”

To his astonishment she smiled.

“Oh, I’m so glad, Howard,” she cried.  “I—­I don’t like this place nearly so well as New Orleans.  There are—­so many people here.”

He looked relieved, and patted her on the arm.

“We’ll go to-night, old girl,” he said.

CHAPTER II

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There is a terrifying aspect of all great cities.  Rome, with its leviathan aqueducts, its seething tenements clinging to the hills, its cruel, shining Palatine, must have overborne the provincial traveller coming up from Ostia.  And Honora, as she stood on the deck of the ferry-boat, approaching New York for the second time in her life, could not overcome a sense of oppression.  It was on a sharp December morning, and the steam of the hurrying craft was dazzling white in the early sun.  Above and beyond the city rose, overpowering, a very different city, somehow, than that her imagination had first drawn.  Each of that multitude of vast towers seemed a fortress now, manned by Celt and Hun and, Israelite and Saxon, captained by Titans.  And the strife between them was on a scale never known in the world before, a strife with modern arms and modern methods and modern brains, in which there was no mercy.

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