1/13 There was a dash of excitement, almost recklessness, in her gray eyes. She and Mr.Arnault had been deputed to lead the German, but she took Graydon out so often as to produce in Mr.Arnault's eyes an expression which the observant Mr.Wildmere did not like at all. He had just returned from dreary, half-deserted Wall Street, which was as dead and hopeless as only that region of galvanic life can be at times. He had neither sold nor bought stock, but had moused around, with the skill of an old _habitue_, for information concerning the eligibility of the two men who were seeking his daughter's hand. |