I want to get this divorce matter settled, and then we'll begin.
Meanwhile, if we have to come here, we'd better live rather quietly.
Don't you think so ?" It was now between five and six, that richest portion of a summer day.
It had been very warm, but was now cooling, the shade of the western building-line shadowing the roadway, a moted, wine-like air filling the street.

As far as the eye could see were carriages, the one great social diversion of Chicago, because there was otherwise so little opportunity for many to show that they had means.

The social forces were not as yet clear or harmonious.

Jingling harnesses of nickel, silver, and even plated gold were the sign manual of social hope, if not of achievement.

Here sped homeward from the city--from office and manufactory--along this one exceptional southern highway, the Via Appia of the South Side, all the urgent aspirants to notable fortunes.