Never has there been such an accurate and moving presentation of New York as it is by one who really knows.
either boarded or lived in hotels. Mrs. Spragg was easily induced to take the same view, but Mr. Spragg had resisted, being at the moment unable either to sell his house or to let it as advantageously as he had hoped. After the move was made it seemed for a time as though he had been right, and the first social steps would be as difficult to make in a hotel as in one's own house; and Mrs. Spragg was therefore eager to have him know that Undine really owed her first invitation to a meeting under the roof of the Stentorian.
"You see we were right to come here, Abner," she added, and he absently rejoined: "I guess you two always manage to be right."
But his face remained unsmiling, and instead of seating himself and lighting his cigar, as he usually did before dinner, he took two or three aimless turns about the room, and then paused in front of his wife.
"What's the matter--anything wrong down town?" she asked, her eyes reflecting his anxiety.
Mrs. Spragg's knowledge of what went on "down town" was