"I will agree to say nothing without first seeing you...."

Cally Heth dropped his arm instantly, turned from him. She fled, not up
the grand stairway, but over the court for the doors, with the
protecting arms of the House of Heth beyond. And none of her other routs
from the family enemy had been quite like this one.




XVIII

Night-Thoughts on the Hardness of Religious Fellows,
compelling you to be Hard, too; Happier Things again, such as
Hugo, Europe, Trousseaux, etc.; concluding with a Letter from
Texas and a Little Vulgarian in a Red Hat.


The tireless William retraced the wet streets to the Dabney House in
ample time for Mrs. Heth, but the Chairman of the Finance Committee,
being in agreeable converse with fellow philanthropists, came home in
Mrs. Byrd's car instead, after all. Accordingly she did not say to
William, "Miss Carlisle decided not to come, Banks?"--which she liked to
call William for the English sound of it--and Banks, or William, did not
look respectfully surprised and say, "Yas'm, she came ..."

Arriving at home, the good little lady presently ascended to the third
floor, where she entered her daughter's room without knocking, according
to her wont. However, Carlisle had been ready for her for some time.