“Thank you—for coming,” he said. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. He smiled complacently. And the age gets higher. They are the only happy women in the Orient. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship. There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world. Sheila decided to do a little laundry one day, clothes that were in Lucy’s hamper, a dirty clothes bin that Lucy had insisted that she have for herself separate from the family one.
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