Light-fingered gentry . gainst that which she had long insecret doubted and disliked. She was more than willingthat they should build her a house suitable as a habita-tion for a human being in the twentieth century—ahouse that was ventilated and convenient and scien-tific. And she was giving Alois a free hand in planningsurroundings of spontaneous beauty rather than of thekind that pleased the narrower and more precise fancyof a narrower age, to which the idea of freedom of anysort was unknown. Gracious! Its after half past four! she ex-claimed, as if she had just become conscious of the fact,
Light-fingered gentry . gainst that which she had long insecret doubted and disliked. She was more than willingthat they should build her a house suitable as a habita-tion for a human being in the twentieth century—ahouse that was ventilated and convenient and scien-tific. And she was giving Alois a free hand in planningsurroundings of spontaneous beauty rather than of thekind that pleased the narrower and more precise fancyof a narrower age, to which the idea of freedom of anysort was unknown. Gracious! Its after half past four! she ex-claimed, as if she had just become conscious of the fact,when in truth she had been impatiently watching theclock by way of a mirror for nearly an hour. So it is! said Alois, immensely flattered by herunconsciousness of time. I want to take these plans with me—to show themto some one. Alois felt that the some one was a man, and avery particular friend—else, she would have spoken thename. Very well, he said, faintly sullen. Dont be disturbed, was her absent reply. Ill120. She was giving Alois a free hand in planning surroundings. AMY SWEET AND AMY SOUR take good care of them. She saw the change in him;but, not thinking of him as a man, but as an intelligenceonly, she did not grasp the cause. Thank you somuch, she went on, for being so patient with splendid it must be to have always with one a mindlike yours—or Narcisses. Well, until to-morrow, ornext day. And, looking as charming as only a prettywoman with a fortune can look to a man who wantsboth her and her fortune, she left him desolate. The some one was indeed a man. But he—Arm-strong—did not arrive until half an hour after the ap-pointed time. She came into the small salon into whichhe had been shown, her gloves, hat and wraps on andthe big roll of plans under her arm; and no one wouldhave suspected that she had been waiting for him sinceten minutes before five and had spent most of the timein primping. Im all blown to pieces, she apolo-gized, as she entered. H
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