"Ah, the Coopersons... yes, you know them, of course," she heard. "That's
a fine old house! And Ned Cooperson has collected some really remarkable
impressionist pictures...." The names he cited were unknown to Charity.
"Yes; yes; the Schaefer quartette played at Lyric Hall on Saturday
evening; and on Monday I had the privilege of hearing them again at the
Towers. Beautifully done... Bach and Beethoven... a lawn-party
first... I saw Miss Balch several times, by the way... looking extremely
handsome...."
Charity dropped her pencil and forgot to listen to the Targatt girl's
sing-song. Why had Mr. Miles suddenly brought up Annabel Balch's name?
"Oh, really?" she heard Harney rejoin; and, raising his stick, he
pursued: "You see, my plan is to move these shelves away, and open a
round window in this wall, on the axis of the one under the pediment."
"I suppose she'll be coming up here later to stay with Miss Hatchard?"
Mr. Miles went on, following on his train of thought; then, spinning
about and tilting his head back: "Yes, yes, I see--I understand: that
will give a draught without materially altering the look of things.
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