Sanxon Orchil was widely quoted as suavely and urbanely deploring the
premature consummation of an alliance long since decided upon by both
families involved; Mrs. Orchil snapped her electric-blue eyes and held
her peace--between her very white teeth; Austin Gerard, secretly
astounded with admiration for Gerald, received the reporters with a
countenance expressive of patient pain, but downtown he made public
pretence of busy indifference, as though not fully alive to the material
benefit connected with the unexpected alliance. Nina wept--happily at
moments--at moments she laughed--because she had heard all about the
famous British invasion planned by the Orchils and abetted by
Anglo-American aristocracy. She did not laugh too maliciously; she
simply couldn't help it. Her set was not the Orchils' set, their ways
were not her ways; their orbits merely intersected occasionally; and,
left to herself and the choice hers, she would not have troubled herself
to engineer any such alliance, even to stir up Mrs.
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