In the hall he found Mrs. Penniman, fluttered and eager; she appeared to have been hovering there under the irreconcilable promptings of her curiosity and her dignity.

"That was a precious plan of yours!" said Morris, clapping on his hat.

"Is she so hard?" asked Mrs. Penniman.

"She doesn't care a button for me--with her confounded little dry manner."

"Was it very dry?" pursued Mrs. Penniman, with solicitude.

Morris took no notice of her question; he stood musing an instant, with his hat on.

"But why the deuce, then, would she never marry?"

"Yes--why indeed?" sighed Mrs. Penniman. And then, as if from a sense of the inadequacy of this explanation,

"But you will not despair--you will come back?"

"Come back? Damnation!" And Morris Townsend strode out of the house, leaving Mrs. Penniman staring.

Catherine, meanwhile, in the parlour, picking up her morsel of fancy work, had seated herself with it again- -for life, as it were.

That's the point, i like unhappy ending. Especially this one. Excipit of Washington Square, very well written by Henry James. That was years ago of course. It's not like if old things were always better, I'm not a mormon, but there is kind of a mystery thing that relies me to the Past, and to Times I would never live.

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