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``Why? Is the house so cold?'' she asked, holding out her left hand to Archer in a way mysteriously suggesting that she expected him to kiss it.
``No; but the missus is,'' said Beaufort, nodding carelessly to the young man.
``But I thought her so kind. She came herself to invite me. Granny says I must certainly go.''
``Granny would, of course. And I say it's a shame you're going to miss the little oyster supper I'd planned for you at Delmonico's next Sunday, with Campanini and Scalchi and a lot of jolly people.''
She looked doubtfully from the banker to Archer.
``Ah -- that does tempt me! Except the other evening at Mrs. Struthers's I've not met a single artist since I've been here.''
``What kind of artists? I know one or two painters, very good fellows, that I could bring to see you if you'd allow me,'' said Archer boldly.
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