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"
I
do
n't
think
I
care
so
much
for
it
,
"
interposed
Mrs.
Carter
.
"
One
gets
tired
of
sad
happenings
.
We
have
enough
drama
in
real
life
.
"
Cowperwood
and
Braxmar
smiled
faintly
.
Berenice
looked
contemplatively
away
.
The
crush
of
diners
,
the
clink
of
china
and
glass
,
the
bustling
to
and
fro
of
waiters
,
and
the
strumming
of
the
orchestra
diverted
her
somewhat
,
as
did
the
nods
and
smiles
of
some
entering
guests
who
recognized
Braxmar
and
herself
,
hut
not
Cowperwood
.
Suddenly
from
a
neighboring
door
,
opening
from
the
men
's
cafe
and
grill
,
there
appeared
the
semi-intoxicated
figure
of
an
ostensibly
swagger
society
man
,
his
clothing
somewhat
awry
,
an
opera-coat
hanging
loosely
from
one
shoulder
,
a
crush-opera-hat
dangling
in
one
hand
,
his
eyes
a
little
bloodshot
,
his
under
lip
protruding
slightly
and
defiantly
,
and
his
whole
visage
proclaiming
that
devil-may-care
,
superior
,
and
malicious
aspect
which
the
drunken
rake
does
not
so
much
assume
as
achieve
.
He
looked
sullenly
,
uncertainly
about
;
then
,
perceiving
Cowperwood
and
his
party
,
made
his
way
thither
in
the
half-determined
,
half-inconsequential
fashion
of
one
not
quite
sound
after
his
cups
.
When
he
was
directly
opposite
Cowperwood
's
table
--
the
cynosure
of
a
number
of
eyes
--
he
suddenly
paused
as
if
in
recognition
,
and
,
coming
over
,
laid
a
genial
and
yet
condescending
hand
on
Mrs.
Carter
's
bare
shoulder
.
"
Why
,
hello
,
Hattie
!
"
he
called
,
leeringly
and
jeeringly
.
"
What
are
you
doing
down
here
in
New
York
?
You
have
n't
given
up
your
business
in
Louisville
,
have
you
,
eh
,
old
sport
?
Say
,
lem
me
tell
you
something
.
I
have
n't
had
a
single
decent
girl
since
you
left
--
not
one
.
If
you
open
a
house
down
here
,
let
me
know
,
will
you
?
"
He
bent
over
her
smirkingly
and
patronizingly
the
while
he
made
as
if
to
rummage
in
his
white
waistcoat
pocket
for
a
card
.
At
the
same
moment
Cowperwood
and
Braxmar
,
realizing
quite
clearly
the
import
of
his
words
,
were
on
their
feet
.
While
Mrs.
Carter
was
pulling
and
struggling
back
from
the
stranger
,
Braxmar
's
hand
(
he
being
the
nearest
)
was
on
him
,
and
the
head
waiter
and
two
assistants
had
appeared
.
"
What
is
the
trouble
here
?
What
has
he
done
?
"
they
demanded
.
Meanwhile
the
intruder
,
leering
contentiously
at
them
all
,
was
exclaiming
in
very
audible
tones
:
"
Take
your
hands
off
.
Who
are
you
?
What
the
devil
have
you
got
to
do
with
this
?
Do
n't
you
think
I
know
what
I
'm
about
?
She
knows
me
--
do
n't
you
,
Hattie
?
That
's
Hattie
Starr
,
of
Louisville
--
ask
her
!
She
kept
one
of
the
swellest
ever
run
in
Louisville
.
What
do
you
people
want
to
be
so
upset
about
?
I
know
what
I
'm
doing
.
She
knows
me
.
"
He
not
only
protested
,
but
contested
,
and
with
some
vehemence
.
Cowperwood
,
Braxmar
,
and
the
waiters
forming
a
cordon
,
he
was
shoved
and
hustled
out
into
the
lobby
and
the
outer
entranceway
,
and
an
officer
was
called
.
"
This
man
should
be
arrested
,
"
Cowperwood
protested
,
vigorously
,
when
the
latter
appeared
.
"
He
has
grossly
insulted
lady
guests
of
mine
.
He
is
drunk
and
disorderly
,
and
I
wish
to
make
that
charge
.
Here
is
my
card
.
Will
you
let
me
know
where
to
come
?
"
He
handed
it
over
,
while
Braxmar
,
scrutinizing
the
stranger
with
military
care
,
added
:
"
I
should
like
to
thrash
you
within
an
inch
of
your
life
.
If
you
were
n't
drunk
I
would
.
If
you
are
a
gentleman
and
have
a
card
I
want
you
to
give
it
to
me
.
I
want
to
talk
to
you
later
.
"
He
leaned
over
and
presented
a
cold
,
hard
face
to
that
of
Mr.
Beales
Chadsey
,
of
Louisville
,
Kentucky
.
