CHAPTER XI.
The Fruits of Daring Next morning, over the breakfast cups at the Norrie Simmses' and elsewhere, the import of the Cowperwoods' social efforts was discussed and the problem of their eventual acceptance or non-acceptance carefully weighed.
"The trouble with Mrs.Cowperwood," observed Mrs.Simms, "is that she is too gauche.

The whole thing was much too showy.

The idea of her portrait at one end of the gallery and that Gerome at the other! And then this item in the Press this morning! Why, you'd really think they were in society." Mrs.Simms was already a little angry at having let herself be used, as she now fancied she had been, by Taylor Lord and Kent McKibben, both friends of hers.
"What did you think of the crowd ?" asked Norrie, buttering a roll.
"Why, it wasn't representative at all, of course.

We were the most important people they had there, and I'm sorry now that we went.

Who are the Israelses and the Hoecksemas, anyhow?
That dreadful woman!" (She was referring to Mrs.Hoecksema.) "I never listened to duller remarks in my life." "I was talking to Haguenin of the Press in the afternoon," observed Norrie.