"
"Thank you very much," Tavernake replied. "I do not know how
long I shall be in New York. If I am here for a few days, I
shall take my chance at finding you at home."
He bowed, and returned to Pritchard, who welcomed him with a
quiet smile.
"You're wise, Tavernake," he said, softly. "I could hear no
words, but I know that you have been wise. Between you and me,"
he added, in a lower tone, "she is going downhill. She is in
with the wrong lot here. She can't seem to keep away from them.
They are on the very fringe of Bohemia, a great deal nearer the
arm of the law than makes for respectable society. The man to
whom I saw you introduced is a millionaire one day and a thief
the next. They're none of them any good. Did you notice, too,
that she is wearing sham jewelry? That always looks bad."
"No, I didn't notice," Tavernake answered.
He was silent for a moment. Then he leaned a little forward.
"I wonder," he asked, "do you know anything about her sister?"
Pritchard finished his wine and knocked the ash from his cigar.
"Not much," he replied. "I believe she had a very hard time.
She took on the father, you know, the old professor, and did her
best to keep him straight. He died about a year ago and Miss
Beatrice tried to get back into the theatre, but she'd missed her
chance. Theatrical business has been shocking in London. I
heard she'd come out here. Wherever she is, she keeps right away
from that sort of set," he wound up, moving his head towards
Elizabeth's friends.
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