I'll put in a good word. Balfame always had dominated these life-long neighbours and associates, and the gradual newcomers were quick to recognise her power and her superior mind; to realise that not to know Mrs. Those that cultivated it and failed followed the victim or spent the rest of their lives within prison walls. Moreover, she was one of those women who while rarely terrified when alone became intensely feminine when a man appeared with his archaic right to shield and protect. Balfame merely turned her haughty head and regarded him with icy disdain.
An unforeseen situation had blown to flame such fires of anger as existed in her depths, and she was unable to extinguish them as quickly as she would have wished. This LibriVox recording is in the Public Domain. On Saturday afternoons it was the pleasant custom of the flower of Elsinore to repair to the Country Club, a building of the bungalow type, with wide verandas, a large central hall, several smaller rooms for those that preferred cards to dancing, a secluded bar, a tennis court—flooded in winter for skating—and a golf links. Nor for a moment could she visualise Old Dutch or any of his tribe shooting David Balfame because he cursed the Kaiser and sang Tipperary. But she recalled herself quickly and frowned. Mechanically she had run through the list of all the accepted forms of removing human impedimenta and rejected them, when Dr. They couldn't waste five minutes on you.
Many of her novels are set in her home state of California. What is more, I'll have a glass of lemonade ready, with aromatic spirits of ammonia in it. But to-morrow will be trying. Anna sprang to her feet, her full cheeks pale again. These ladies made it a point of honor to dine at seven, dress smartly and appropriately for all occasions, attend everything worth while to which they could obtain entrance in New York, pay an occasional visit to Europe, read the new novels and attend the symphony concerts.
She wrote using the pen names Asmodeus and Frank Lin, a play on her middle name. Of course she was obliged to wear her smart tailored suits for two years, but they always looked new and were worn with an air that quite doubled their not insignificant price. You are like Cæsar's wife, I guess. It was incompatible with her plan of life. And you can wear your tailor suit to the inquest; it will be half covered by the veil. She found it all astonishingly easy.
It was the ordeal of waiting for the climax that made her nerves jeer at her will, and she found that a series of pictures was marching monotonously through her mind, again, and again, and yet again: with that interior vision she saw her husband walk unsteadily up the street, swing open the gate, slam it defiantly, insert his latch-key; she saw his eye drawn to the light in the dining-room at the end of the dark hall, saw him drink the lemonade, drop to the floor with a fall that shook the house; she saw herself running down, calling out his name, shattering the glass on the floor, then running distractedly across the street to the Gifnings'—and again and still again. What are you doing out so late alone? Balfame vaguely realised, was sketching. Her world was the eastern division of Brabant County, and while it prided itself upon its progressiveness, and even—among the younger women—had a gay set, and although suppressed scandals slid about like slimy monsters in a marsh, its foundations were inherited from the old Puritan stock, and it fairly reeked with ancient prejudices. She herself was never trim; she was always in a hurry; and the repose and serenity the calm and sweet dignity of this gifted being both fascinated and rested her. He appeared to be making craftily for the house, no doubt with the intention of opening one of the lower windows; and she stalked him with a newly awakened instinct, her nostrils expanding.
Did they stop the pain? Gifning, who was as nervous as the widow should have been, ran down to the telephone, elated at being the one chosen to horrify poor Dr. I, at least, shall continue to be above reproach. Many of her novels are set in her home state of California. Spinsters lost it, curiously enough, but a chaste and lovely matron, who had ignored the book of experience so liberally offered her, and with eyes as unalloyed as a girl's save when flashing with intellectual fires —what more distracting anomaly could the world offer? Atherton has successfully unfolded the layers of such inexplicable undercurrents. She made up her mind to remove her superfluous husband, David Balfame. She performed this wifely office with efficiency, forgetting nothing, not even the hair tonic he was administering to a spreading bald spot, a bottle of digestive tablets, a pair of the brown kid gloves he affected when dressed up, and a volume of detective fiction. Sometimes, the result is more horrific than you can imagine.
They'll be round here day and night till the man is in Dobton jail—longer, for they know the public will want an interview with the widow. Anna, who had heard many such confessions, but who obstinately had hoped that her friend's case was not as bad as it appeared superficially, was glad that she was not driving a horse; humane as she was, she should have forgotten herself and lashed him to relieve her own feelings. Only last night there had been an intensely disagreeable scene in private; that is to say, she had been dignified and slightly contemptuous, while he had shouted that her knitting got on his nerves, and the sight of all those books on the war made him sick. People have come from all over the country—some from New York and Brooklyn. It was odourless, but was it tasteless? Or an accomplice of the girl, who was already in the house or on the alert to direct him out by the rear pathway? From United Kingdom to U. Balfame glanced apprehensively up and down the street. But she recalled herself quickly and frowned.
When I offered to pick a quarrel with him, she merely slammed the door in my face. And the risk is pretty great, you know. Cummack appeared upon the threshold. She omitted the detail of the poisoned lemonade, but otherwise unburdened herself with freedom and relief. The character of Dwight Rush, who is in love with Mrs.
What happens when a quiet, reserved woman bound by strict social codes of decorum grows restless and decides she wants a new life? Tell me, you didn't conceal yourself anywhere in the grounds to watch over her? But she was not the woman to give way to fear for long, or even to bewilderment. Do you suppose I shall submit to being stared at by a curious mob and snapshotted by reporters? The intellectuals and the Spanish civil war. But temptation had assailed her. It was good enough for my parents, and it's good enough for us. This is Elsinore, and its inhabitants are five thousand. A pistol at my head wouldn't keep me from walking these few blessed minutes with you. She brought the car to an abrupt halt as he too paused and nodded recognition.
You keep to your room. Balfame is the respected member of the society in the eastern division of Brabant County. James Broderick, who, with other newspaper men had been entertained occasionally at tea of a Sunday afternoon in her charming little home in Elsinore, she had developed her talent for drawing during the past year; Mr. Balfame is not all that likable but she's complex and interesting. But you want to avoid blackmail. See you to-morrow about ten. Anna brought to the rear entrance of the clubhouse.