The men
that voted for me expect me to do what is right, and I don't think
they'll be disappointed just yet."
And all things considered, Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson thought she had
done a good evening's work.
XVI
WEIGHING DELIGHT AND DOLE.
Hamlet; i.--2.
"Oh, this is completely captivating," Mrs. Frostwinch said, as she sat
down to luncheon in Edith Fenton's pretty dining-room, and looked at
the large mound-like bouquet of richly tinted spring leaves which
adorned the centre of the table. "That is the advantage of having
brains. One always finds some delightful surprise or other at your
house."
"Thank you," Edith returned, gayly; "but at your house one always has a
delightful surprise in the hostess, so you are not forced to resort to
makeshifts."
Helen Greyson, the third member of the party, smiled and shook her
head.
"Really," she said, "is one expected to keep up to the level of
elaborate compliment like that? I fear I can only sit by in admiring
silence while you two go on."
"Oh, no," the hostess responded. "Mrs. Frostwinch is to talk to you.
That is what you people are here for. I am only to listen."
Edith had invited Helen and Mrs. Frostwinch to take luncheon with her,
and she had really done it to bring these two more closely together.
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