She would have slid and insinuated and made her gliding progress almost imperceptible, but none the less remorseless.
But she was fated to live in Fairbridge.

What else could she do?
Wilbur Edes was successful in his profession, but he was not an accumulator, and neither was she.

His income was large during some years, but it was spent during those years for things which seemed absolutely indispensable to both husband and wife.

For instance, to-night Wilbur would spend an extravagant sum upon this dinner, which he was to give at an extravagant hotel to some people whom Mrs.
Edes had met last summer, and who, if not actually in the great swim, were in the outer froth of it, and she had vague imaginings of future gain through them.

Wilbur had carried his dress suit in that morning.
He was to take a room in the hotel and change, and meet her at the New York side of the ferry.