Annan’s interior was riotous with laughter and his features crimsoned with it. But he only gazed inquiringly at his aunt; and the wretched incident waned.
They went into the library after luncheon. A secretary brought the necessary papers.
Annan’s was a cheerful nature. There was no greed in it. In all questions, that might properly have become disputes concerning joint income and investment, he yielded good humouredly to her.
There was a more vulgar streak than thrift in Mrs. Magnelius Grandcourt. The majority of rich are infected with it.
However, family matters settled to her satisfaction, she seemed inclined to a more friendly attitude.
“That was very impudent of you to send me that New York Directory,” she said, “but I suppose you intended it to be a pleasantry.”
“Why, no,” he said innocently, “I thought it would gratify you to discover so many people you didn’t care to know——”
“Barry! I see nothing humorous in it. Do you think the breaking down of society is humorous?”
“Is it breaking down?”