He said something about calling the page 'Annual Exodus of Social Leaders.' He wants to print that painting of you by that new foreign artist in the center of the page." And Matilda pointed above the fireplace to a gold-framed likeness of Mrs.
De Peyster--stately, aloof, remote, of an ineffable composure, a masterpiece of blue-bloodedness.
"You know my invariable custom; give him my invariable answer," was Mrs.De Peyster's crisp response.
"Pardon me, but--but, Cousin Caroline," put in Olivetta, with eager diffidence, "don't you think this is different ?" "Different ?" asked Mrs.De Peyster.

"How ?" "This isn't at all like the ordinary offensive newspaper thing.

A group of the most prominent social leaders, with you in the center of the page--with you in the center of them all, where you belong! Why, Caroline,--why--why--" In her excitement for the just glorification of her cousin, Olivetta's power of speech went fluttering from her.
"Perhaps it may not be quite the same," admitted Mrs.De Peyster.

"But I see no reason for departing from my custom." "If not for your own sake, then--then for the artist's sake!" Olivetta pursued, a little more eagerly, and a little more of diffidence in her eagerness.

"You have taken up M.Dubois--you have been his most distinguished patron--you have been trying to get him properly started.