Финансист

Chapter XVII

           

           ItwasButler’shabitwhenhebecameinvolvedinthesefamilyquarrels,whichwereasshallowaspuddles,towavehishandsratherantagonisticallyunderhiswife’sorhischildren’snoses.

           "Oh,well,Iwillgetoutoneofthesedays,"Aileenreplied."ThankheavenIwon’thavetolivehereforever."

           Thereflashedacrosshermindthebeautifulreception-room,library,parlor,andboudoirsoftheCowperwoods,whichwerenowbeingarrangedandaboutwhichAnnaCowperwoodtalkedtohersomuchtheirdainty,lovelytriangulargrandpianoingoldandpaintedpinkandblue.Whycouldn’ttheyhavethingslikethat?Herfatherwasunquestionablyadozentimesaswealthy.Butno,herfather,whomsheloveddearly,wasoftheoldschool.Hewasjustwhatpeoplechargedhimwithbeing,aroughIrishcontractor.Hemightberich.Sheflaredupattheinjusticeofthingswhycouldn’thehavebeenrichandrefined,too?Thentheycouldhavebut,oh,whatwastheuseofcomplaining?Theywouldnevergetanywherewithherfatherandmotherincharge.Shewouldjusthavetowait.Marriagewastheanswertherightmarriage.Butwhomwasshetomarry?

           "Yousurelyarenotgoingtogoonfightingaboutthatnow,"pleadedMrs.Butler,asstrongandpatientasfateitself.SheknewwhereAileen’stroublelay.

           "Butwemighthaveadecenthouse,"insistedAileen."Orthisonedoneover,"whisperedNorahtohermother.

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