"I don't remember exactly, there were so many of them. Any of them will do. Words that I somehow seem to revel in—hew, build, make, do, fashion, kindle, evolve! I don't know," wistfully and a little embarrassed, too "that I can make you understand?" Then with a change of manner, "Have you seen Amanthus lately, either of you?"
"No," from Selina.
"No," from Maud.
From Adele suddenly, "Mr. Tate's grandmother's dead. The wife of the grandfather who left him the money."
"Who told you?"
"Amanthus. He'll come into a great deal of money now, he told Mrs. Harrison so, Amanthus says."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Monday morning and ten o'clock found Selina and Maud, both more than a little shy, and also a good deal excited, presenting themselves at the door of the Bruce library where Mrs. Bruce and Mrs. Higginson awaited them. The room itself was familiar to them both, with its faded solid red carpet, its book-shelving from floor to ceiling behind doors of oak and glass, its framed prints of Washington, Jefferson, Clay and Robert E. Lee, its incredible litter of papers and pamphlets, its overflow of books stacked into corners and upon chairs.