By comparison
now with Aileen Butler, his wife looked rather dull, quite too old, and
when he was ten years older she would look very much older.
"Oh, yes, Ellsworth had made quite an attractive arrangement out of
these two houses--better than we ever thought he could do." He was
talking to Henry Hale Sanderson, a young banker. "He had the advantage
of combining two into one, and I think he's done more with my little
one, considering the limitations of space, than he has with this big
one. Father's has the advantage of size. I tell the old gentleman he's
simply built a lean-to for me."
His father and a number of his cronies were over in the dining-room of
his grand home, glad to get away from the crowd. He would have to stay,
and, besides, he wanted to. Had he better dance with Aileen? His wife
cared little for dancing, but he would have to dance with her at least
once. There was Mrs. Seneca Davis smiling at him, and Aileen. By George,
how wonderful! What a girl!
"I suppose your dance-list is full to overflowing. Let me see." He was
standing before her and she was holding out the little blue-bordered,
gold-monogrammed booklet.
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