The Elevator by William Dean Howells
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MRS. ROBERTS: "Nonsense, Edward! She's been detained. Of course she'll be here in a moment. How impatient you are!" ROBERTS: "You must profit by me as an awful example." MRS. ROBERTS, going about the room, and bestowing little touches here and there on its ornaments: "If you'd had that new cook to battle with over this dinner, you'd have learned patience by this time without any awful example." ROBERTS, dropping nervously into the nearest chair: "I hope she isn't behind time." MRS. ROBERTS, drifting upon the sofa, and disposing her train effectively on the carpet around her: "She's before time. The dinner is in the last moment of ripe perfection now, when we must still give people fifteen minutes' grace." She studies the convolutions of her train absent-mindedly. ROBERTS, joining in its perusal: "Is that the way you've arranged to be sitting when people come in?" MRS. ROBERTS: "Of course not. I shall get up to receive them." ROBERTS: "That's rather a pity. To destroy such a lovely pose." MRS. ROBERTS: "Do you like it?" ROBERTS: "It's divine." |
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