Mrs. Miller's subtle irony and delightful humor have never shown to better advantage than in her new novel of Newport and the clash of social ideas. The Bolshevist's encounter with the Beauty's capitalist father makes spirited and entertaining reading--and more, for Mrs. Miller never stops at surface portrayals of people or ideas.
the old professor and attributed it, not to the narrowness of the trustees, but to the folly of the professor. She disapproved of most of Ben's friends, and would have despised his paper if she ever read it. The only good thing about it in her estimation was, he seemed to be able "to knock a living out of it"--a process which Nora regarded with a sort of gay casualness. She did not blame him for making so little money and thus keeping her housekeeping cramped, but she never in her own mind doubted that it would be far better if he had more. The idea that David was about to marry money seemed to her simply the reward of virtue--her own virtue in bringing David up so well. She knew that Mr. Cord opposed the marriage, but she supposed that Ben would arrange all that. She had great confidence in Ben. Still he was very young, very young, so she gave him a word of advice as she put his bag into his hand.
"Don't take any nonsense. Remember you're every bit as good as they. Only don't, for goodness' sake, Mr. Ben,