Had to go down into his
wife's stocking, I hear. Hard hit, but he took it like a man."
CHAPTER V.
While all this was going on downtown under the direction of the
business end of the house of Breen, equally interesting events
were taking place uptown under the guidance of its social head.
Strict orders had been given by Mrs. Breen the night before that
certain dustings and arrangings of furniture should take place,
the spacious stairs swept, and the hectic hired palms in their
great china pots watered. I say "the night before," because
especial stress was laid upon the fact that on no account whatever
were either Mrs. Breen or her daughter Corinne to be disturbed
until noon--neither of them having retired until a late hour the
night before.
So strictly were these orders carried out that all that did reach
the younger woman's ear--and this was not until long after mid-
day--was a scrap of news which crept upstairs from the breakfast
table via Parkins wireless, was caught by Corinne's maid and
delivered in manifold with that young lady's coffee and buttered
rolls.
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