f how she, too, came as a bride to
New York from some place with a classical name, and to the advice that
accompanied the narration. The most conspicuous young woman in the
group, in riding clothes, was seated on the railing, with the toe of
one boot on the ground. Her profile was clear-cut and her chestnut hair
tightly knotted behind under her hat. Every time they turned, this young
woman stared at Honora amusedly.
"Nasty thing!" exclaimed Mrs. Tyler, suddenly and unexpectedly in the
midst of a description of the delights of life in the metropolis.
"Who?" asked Honora.
"That young Mrs. Freddy Maitland, sitting on the rail. She's the rudest
woman in New York."
A perversity of spirit which she could not control prompted Honora to
reply:
"Why, I think she is so good-looking, Mrs. Tyler. And she seems to have
so much individuality and independence."
"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 Yo
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