"
"Who are they?" asked Lucy.
"General Prentice and his wife. Do you know of them?"
"I have heard Mr. Ryder speak of Prentice the banker. Is that the
one you mean?"
"Yes," said Montague,--"the president of the Trust Company of the
Republic. He was an old comrade of my father's, and they were the
first people I met here in New York. I have got to know them very
well since. I told them I would bring you up to dinner sometime, and
I will telephone them, if you say so. I don't think it's a good idea
for you to sit here by yourself and think about Dan Waterman."
"Oh, I don't mind it now," said Lucy. "But I will go with you, if
you like."
* * *
They went to the Prentices'. There were the General himself, and
Mrs. Prentice, and their two daughters, one of whom was a student in
college, and the other a violinist of considerable talent. General
Prentice was now over seventy, and his beard was snow-white, but he
still had the erect carriage and the commanding presence of a
soldier. Mrs. Prentice Montague had first met one evening when he
had been their guest at the opera, and she had impressed him as a
lady with a great many diamonds, who talked to him about other
people while he was trying to listen to the music.
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