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How
wonderful
it
must
be
to
be
a
son
who
,
without
having
had
to
earn
all
this
,
could
still
be
so
much
,
take
oneself
so
seriously
,
exercise
so
much
command
and
authority
.
It
might
be
,
as
it
plainly
was
,
that
this
youth
was
very
superior
and
indifferent
in
tone
toward
him
.
But
think
of
being
such
a
youth
,
having
so
much
power
at
one
's
command
!
At
this
point
a
maid
announced
that
supper
was
served
and
instantly
Gilbert
took
his
departure
.
At
the
same
time
the
family
arose
and
Mrs.
Griffiths
asked
the
maid
:
"
Has
Bella
telephoned
yet
?
"
"
No
,
ma'am
,
"
replied
the
servant
,
"
not
yet
.
"
"
Well
,
have
Mrs.
Truesdale
call
up
the
Finchleys
and
see
if
she
's
there
.
You
tell
her
I
said
that
she
is
to
come
home
at
once
.
"
The
maid
departed
for
a
moment
while
the
group
proceeded
to
the
dining
room
,
which
lay
to
the
west
of
the
stairs
at
the
rear
.
Again
,
as
Clyde
saw
,
this
was
another
splendidly
furnished
room
done
in
a
very
light
brown
,
with
a
long
center
table
of
carved
walnut
,
evidently
used
only
for
special
occasions
.
It
was
surrounded
by
high-backed
chairs
and
lighted
by
candelabras
set
at
even
spaces
upon
it
.
In
a
lower
ceilinged
and
yet
ample
circular
alcove
beyond
this
,
looking
out
on
the
garden
to
the
south
,
was
a
smaller
table
set
for
six
.
It
was
in
this
alcove
that
they
were
to
dine
,
a
different
thing
from
what
Clyde
had
expected
for
some
reason
.
Seated
in
a
very
placid
fashion
,
he
found
himself
answering
questions
principally
as
to
his
own
family
,
the
nature
of
its
life
,
past
and
present
;
how
old
was
his
father
now
?
His
mother
?
What
had
been
the
places
of
their
residence
before
moving
to
Denver
?
How
many
brothers
and
sisters
had
he
?
How
old
was
his
sister
,
Esta
?
What
did
she
do
?
And
the
others
?
Did
his
father
like
managing
a
hotel
?
What
had
been
the
nature
of
his
father
's
work
in
Kansas
City
?
How
long
had
the
family
lived
there
?
Clyde
was
not
a
little
troubled
and
embarrassed
by
this
chain
of
questions
which
flowed
rather
heavily
and
solemnly
from
Samuel
Griffiths
or
his
wife
.
And
from
Clyde
's
hesitating
replies
,
especially
in
regard
to
the
nature
of
the
family
life
in
Kansas
City
,
both
gathered
that
he
was
embarrassed
and
troubled
by
some
of
the
questions
.
They
laid
it
to
the
extreme
poverty
of
their
relatives
,
of
course
.
For
having
asked
,
"
I
suppose
you
began
your
hotel
work
in
Kansas
City
,
did
n't
you
,
after
you
left
school
?
"
Clyde
blushed
deeply
,
bethinking
himself
of
the
incident
of
the
stolen
car
and
of
how
little
real
schooling
he
had
had
.
Most
certainly
he
did
not
like
the
thought
of
having
himself
identified
with
hotel
life
in
Kansas
City
,
and
more
especially
the
Green
-
Davidson
.
But
fortunately
at
this
moment
,
the
door
opened
and
Bella
entered
,
accompanied
by
two
girls
such
as
Clyde
would
have
assumed
at
once
belonged
to
this
world
.
How
different
to
Rita
and
Zella
with
whom
his
thought
so
recently
had
been
disturbedly
concerned
.
He
did
not
know
Bella
,
of
course
,
until
she
proceeded
most
familiarly
to
address
her
family
.
But
the
others
--
one
was
Sondra
Finchley
,
so
frequently
referred
to
by
Bella
and
her
mother
--
as
smart
and
vain
and
sweet
a
girl
as
Clyde
had
ever
laid
his
eyes
upon
--
so
different
to
any
he
had
ever
known
and
so
superior
.
She
was
dressed
in
a
close-fitting
tailored
suit
which
followed
her
form
exactly
and
which
was
enhanced
by
a
small
dark
leather
hat
,
pulled
fetchingly
low
over
her
eyes
.
A
leather
belt
of
the
same
color
encircled
her
neck
.
By
a
leather
leash
she
led
a
French
bull
and
over
one
arm
carried
a
most
striking
coat
of
black
and
gray
checks
--
not
too
pronounced
and
yet
having
the
effect
of
a
man
's
modish
overcoat
.
To
Clyde
's
eyes
she
was
the
most
adorable
feminine
thing
he
had
seen
in
all
his
days
.
Indeed
her
effect
on
him
was
electric
--
thrilling
--
arousing
in
him
a
curiously
stinging
sense
of
what
it
was
to
want
and
not
to
have
--
to
wish
to
win
and
yet
to
feel
,
almost
agonizingly
that
he
was
destined
not
even
to
win
a
glance
from
her
.
It
tortured
and
flustered
him
.
At
one
moment
he
had
a
keen
desire
to
close
his
eyes
and
shut
her
out
--
at
another
to
look
only
at
her
constantly
--
so
truly
was
he
captivated
.
Yet
,
whether
she
saw
him
or
not
,
she
gave
no
sign
at
first
,
exclaiming
to
her
dog
:
"
Now
,
Bissell
,
if
you
're
not
going
to
behave
,
I
'm
going
to
take
you
out
and
tie
you
out
there
.
Oh
,
I
do
n't
believe
I
can
stay
a
moment
if
he
wo
n't
behave
better
than
this
.
"
He
had
seen
a
family
cat
and
was
tugging
to
get
near
her
.
