She looked nervously over her shoulder. "But how would I...?"
Then he grinned at her, and for a moment the bad weather broke. She felt that old giddy lightness, as though she were capable of anything-it was the sensation he used to give her, just by being in her general vicinity. "You are very clever, and I"m sure you will find a way."
He lifted and then lowered the brim of his hat, before turning and walking briskly to his waiting carriage. She brushed the curls away from her face and tried to feel a little calm, but all her cool distance had left her. When she finally returned to her family"s gathering, her whole body was at an entirely different temperature.
Eight.
A young lady"s most natural ally is her sister, although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.
-MAEVE DE JONG, LOVE AND OTHER FOLLIES OF THE GREAT FAMILIES OF OLD NEW YORK T HE PLATES BEARING HALF-EATEN TIMBALES OF chicken were being removed from the right-hand side of the Holland family"s guests, to be replaced-Elizabeth knew very well, for she had overseen the menu-by filet of beef with asparagus. She had also arranged the silver loving cups with brightly colored winter branches, carefully inscribed their guests" names on place cards, and helped Claire with the steaming of the old damask table linens. The money that Snowden had given them-it was their father"s share of a claim they had jointly owned in the Klondike, or so he had insisted-had enabled them to hire a new cook for the occasion. Elizabeth had worn the dress of her mother"s choosing, an iridescent navy with tiny b.u.t.tons drawing the fabric close to emphasize the thinness of her neck and wrists, but not her torso or arms, and she had managed to meet their guests with something like the welcoming mien expected of one of the old Dutch families" eldest daughters.
But she had made a fatal mistake. It was the kind of mistake that the girl she used to be-the one people thought of when they uttered those names, "Elizabeth" and "Holland," sequentially-never would have made. She had let an ugly emotion (anger, tinged with unquenchable sadness) rise in her in public. She had revealed too much to an ungrateful girl who hated her, and who in any event already knew enough to hang her. Elizabeth smiled weakly in Lina"s direction, hoping that Lina was not as unreasonable and vengeful as she sometimes seemed, and asked if she was enjoying the food.
"Why, yes."
Lina smiled with shameless pleasure at the girl she had served since childhood. A small amount of grease was smudged against her lip, which she had not bothered to blot with her napkin, and it glinted in the afternoon light. Across the room, their guests were chatting in polite tones and enjoying Holland hospitality without being so gauche as to note what a rare commodity it had been of late. The lesser parlor looked very well-it had once been the room where they displayed their dowdier paintings, but all of those had been removed along with the cobwebs that had acc.u.mulated on the high picture moldings. It was also the room Elizabeth had been married in.
At the hostess"s table, Penelope carried on as though she had been a weekly visitor in the house for all of recent memory. Mrs. Holland occupied the chair across from her daughter, and listened to her guests with studied acceptance. She had apparently forgotten that she had once selected Penelope"s husband as the groom for her own child, and-perhaps more strangely-failed to recognize Miss Broad as her former employee.
"What a good thing it is to have a home-cooked meal after so many months eating hotel food," Lina was saying. She paused and turned to Mrs. Holland brazenly. "I live in the New Netherland, you know."
"I did not know." Mrs. Holland took a sip of Apollinaris water and a.s.sessed the newcomer. Maybe she did wonder why, in a room of thirty-six highborn people, this girl from out west, possessed of an unstoried fortune, should be sitting at her table, but she did not betray any such thoughts. At least not in an overt way. "I remember when it went up, and how garish we all thought it was. And now lovely girls like you live there! It does show you how precious little we all knew then."
"How odious I found hotel life," Penelope sighed.
Elizabeth looked at her old friend and let her eyelids flick back and forth a few times. They had been exceptionally close during the year and a half that Penelope had lived in the Waldorf, and even after Elizabeth had departed for a finishing season in Paris she had received letters overstuffed with accounts of all the marvelous things to be seen and touched and tasted there. Elizabeth distinctly remembered feeling embarra.s.sed by those guilelessly exuberant descriptions. It was during that period, Elizabeth later realized, that Penelope had fixed her ambitions on Henry Schoonmaker, which was among the reasons that she eventually ran afoul of her friend.
"The service is much better in one"s own house, where one can control things," she added.
"Do you never stay in hotels anymore?" Lina asked. Her voice was flat and earnest, and Elizabeth realized that she was asking out of true curiosity and perhaps as a cue to her own future behavior. It made Elizabeth pity her a little, despite the earlier scene, because she was obviously trying so hard to appear fine and rare, and yet she was somehow or other under the wing of Penelope, whose money was still considered rather new.
"Of course, when I travel, but only if I have to," that lady returned. She pressed her voluptuous lips together and gave her new friend a certain look. "For instance, when I am in Newport, my family takes a cottage for the season, and when I am in Paris, I stay in our apartment on the Champs. But I am looking forward to one upcoming stay in a hotel-"
"Mrs. Schoonmaker, are you taking a trip?" Mrs. Holland asked. Her daughter, who knew each of the lady"s tones, detected a strained politeness in the question, although the guests at the neighboring tables would have heard only warm curiosity.
"Yes, Henry and I are taking a trip to Palm Beach." A proud and involuntary smile sprang to her lips as she said "Henry and I." "He and Teddy are going to fish, and I"ve been dying for some warm weather, and of course the Royal Poinciana is said to be a very grand establishment. A good wife always oversees her husband"s travel, when she can."
Elizabeth set her water gla.s.s down at this, and her eyes darted to Diana, at a nearby table with their aunt Edith and the Misses Wetmore. If she was affected by the sound of Henry"s name she didn"t show it, for she went on animatedly asking Eleanor Wetmore about which beaux she particularly had her eye on that season. It was Elizabeth"s belief that her sister had experienced something very true with Henry, and she also believed that his feelings for her were equally pure. She had seen it in his eyes when she glimpsed him from across a busy street, on the morning when she had thought herself to be leaving New York forever. He had been rumpled and a little devastated to see Diana go away from him. She"d recognized that same look on his face an hour ago, when she"d caught him loitering at the door, and she"d hoped that he finally got to communicate to Diana a little of what those letters she"d so impetuously burned had contained.
"I"ve never been to Florida," Lina said.
Of course you haven"t, Elizabeth thought, a little cruelly, to herself.
Something unspoken pa.s.sed between the faces of Lina and Penelope, and then Penelope said, "You should come of course, Carolina. I will need someone to keep me company while the men are playing. You should come too, Elizabeth." Penelope paused and looked into Elizabeth"s eyes, the whites growing around those intense blue irises. It was a look that made Elizabeth grateful for her lack of appet.i.te, for if she had eaten anything she surely would not have been able to keep it down after witnessing such blatant falsity. "We haven"t been able to enjoy each other"s company like we used to since...When was it? October?"
For a moment, Elizabeth was overcome by a wave of hateful feeling, but it washed over her quickly and was gone. She knew that she could forgive Penelope, for all the cruelty she had dealt Elizabeth had resulted in one good thing-it had allowed her to live with Will for some months without all the secrecy and guilt that had shadowed their love in New York. And if Penelope had taken from Diana the thing she most wanted, well, she had only been pursuing what she herself desired with characteristic ruthlessness.
Elizabeth"s mouth had gone dry as she stared back at her old friend. Across the room, ladies whose lace collars were clasped by b.u.t.tons of pearl sat at tables in groups of four and went on exclaiming over antiques and Paris fashions and the hunting on Long Island, but at the table nearest the fireplace everyone had grown quiet. Their gazes held steady in Elizabeth"s direction.
"October," she confirmed after a minute.
"Just think," Penelope went on, undeterred, her delicate elbow coming to rest on the white tablecloth. "We can swim in the ocean and walk by the seash.o.r.e, and we will be very far away from all the gossip and silliness."
The idea of sunshine and palm trees and parasols and bathing costumes made Elizabeth"s stomach turn. Already all the women they knew, and everyone at that table, were professionally frivolous. The idea of traveling a long distance at great expense to do all the same things with better lighting was repugnant to her. But before she could communicate this, her mother cut in: "How generous of you, Penelope." Elizabeth looked across the table, with its piles of brown bread and its little china b.u.t.ter dish and all the other dainty china pieces that a midday luncheon was an excuse to display. One could detect, in every slight twitch of the older lady"s face, a sternness that could not be denied. "Of course Elizabeth would love to go."
Elizabeth"s eyes grew round with bewilderment. She couldn"t go-all of her insides were in revolt at the very idea. He mother"s small obsidian eyes were settled on her daughter, her crow"s feet spreading confidently as she waited for Elizabeth to enunciate the appropriate response. Penelope"s smile, meanwhile, had transformed to a smirk. Elizabeth turned her fair head just slightly and glanced at her sister for help.
Diana was sitting at the adjacent table, and she propped her left elbow on the wooden back of her chair and leaned over when she realized she was being silently called upon. Her large, soft brown eyes blinked once, and for a moment Elizabeth believed her sister might come to the rescue. Then Diana called, over the voices of the Misses Wetmore, "Florida? That would be such a very good time!"
Elizabeth"s gaze darted back to her mother, and she realized that Diana"s comment had elicited an uncharacteristic smile in the old lady. "But it"s so far away," she mumbled.
"I will go with you, if you fear the distance." Diana"s tone was jovial, and in another moment Elizabeth realized what she was about. "I am hardier than you and would see that you were comfortable."
Penelope removed her elbow from the table, as though she were confused, and rearranged the shiny black pleats on her lap. When she had regained her smile she turned to Elizabeth. "How wonderful. It will be a party!"
Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked from her insistent mother to that supremely false face, realizing as she did that her instinct to stay far away from Penelope was based not only on the new Mrs. Schoonmaker"s past deeds, but what she was capable of in the future. Penelope"s ambitions no longer made any sense to Elizabeth, but it began to dawn on her, as she observed that painfully ingratiating expression, that hiding was a useless and futile way to spend her time, and that it wouldn"t keep any of them safe in the least.
"You"re sure you have room for Diana too?" Elizabeth noted, in the far corner of her vision, that Diana"s breathing had grown a little dramatic and that she was following everything at the table closest to the fire with vigilant eyes. Her face was nakedly hopeful. "It"s only that I"m not quite myself again, and I would need the company of my sister to feel at ease on so long a trip."
"Of course!" gushed Penelope. "Although," she went on a little more loudly, so that all the nearby tables might hear, "I think of you as a sister and believe we could comfort each other very well. But your sister is my sister"-here she paused to flash her eyes at Diana-"and haven"t I always said the more the merrier?"
"It will be very lovely for both my girls," Mrs. Holland said with uncharacteristic deference. "Thank you, Mrs. Schoonmaker."
"What fun we"ll have," Penelope concluded with terrible emphasis.
As a slightly younger debutante, Elizabeth had been an expert pract.i.tioner of small equivocations and white lies-always in the service of propriety and politeness, of course. She had never liked big lies, as she had not liked anything that might fall in that dreaded category of "too much." But looking at Penelope, at her large, fine, attention-getting features, at the rabidity in her giant eyes, Elizabeth began to see that putting on a false front, on a truly grand scale, was the only way to protect herself and her sister. She thought of Henry and Diana on the stoop, gazing at each other with the confusion and sadness of two puppies who have just stumbled into their first puddle and not yet come to understand what has happened to them, and found that she wanted to lie extravagantly. She brought herself up, allowing air into her delicate lungs, meeting Penelope"s gaze.
"Such fun," Elizabeth said, and then she smiled, the kind she used to employ when cooing over b.a.l.l.s or high-heeled slippers, the kind that suffused her cheeks and throat an affectionate pink. Her old friend beamed back. They regarded each other for several seconds, and then Elizabeth rested her long, slender fingers-not as well maintained as previously, but still elegantly constructed-over Penelope"s. "I cannot wait."
Nine.
Where did Carolina Broad come from? Who were her parents, really, and how did she establish herself among us so quickly? Is she the creation of Carey Lewis Longhorn, or is there some other author of this latest girl on the make?
-FROM CITe CHATTER, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1900 "I THINK THAT WENT OFF VERY WELL," SAID SNOWDEN Cairns, who was standing somewhere behind Diana in the more used of the Hollands" two parlors, as the last of their luncheon guests crossed the sidewalk to their waiting carriages. Diana, who had no particular eye for social events or their success or failure (the grand sweep of an evening could never compare, for her, to its secret, stolen moments), shrugged indifferently. She didn"t know if it had gone off well, although she did now know who Eleanor Wetmore had her eye on, and that she was determined to be engaged by the younger Wetmore"s June wedding. Diana also knew that she was going to Palm Beach, with her sister, and Penelope, and-most achingly, most confusingly-with Henry, who still loved her.
Through the lace undercurtains, down on the street, Mrs. Schoonmaker and Miss Broad could be seen crossing to the former lady"s carriage. Mrs. Schoonmaker went up first, pausing before she did to spread her fingers across her black, accordion-pleated skirt and pull it back from her feet. She had not replaced her gloves after lunch, and so the ceremonial diamonds she wore on her left ring finger glinted in the winter sun. The prospect of seeing Penelope and Henry together made Diana"s heart a little sore, but her mind could not keep quiet about all the things he had not gotten to say. She longed to hear the rest of his explanation, and about all the times he had thought about her in the months since they had been together. She did think, a little wistfully, of all the letters she had burned, wondering what sweet confessions they had contained. But she was glad she"d gotten to tell him how dramatically all his words had perished, and anyway she was distracted by the idea of how he would kiss her if they were alone together now.
Carolina went after Penelope, somewhat too quickly. She had not yet learned how to pause and preen like a lady of leisure, although her jaunty, shiny black top hat certainly looked like it might have cost her half a Holland family lady"s maid"s yearly wages. Diana had taken no small part in the creation of Carolina Broad-she had in fact sold the item that had introduced her to society, although somehow the spelling of her surname had changed in the printing-and though she wasn"t sorry that she had done it, she couldn"t help but feel a little proprietary regret that her onetime friend had taken up with Penelope. It had been undoubtedly good for her social standing, but it made her rather less likable, especially now that it was dawning on Diana how Penelope might have come by the information that had sealed her marriage to Henry.
Standing in the window, Diana could not help but think how all of Carolina"s stature and finery could be traced back to that one little item in the paper. At the time, her only true motivation had been money. But now she knew how satisfying writing could be, how you could create a whole person and event with a small insinuation. Why, she wouldn"t be surprised if her item on Eleanor Wetmore transformed that sorry girl"s desires into reality, or if she couldn"t turn Henry around with a few well-formed sentences. Already she was imagining how happy Barnard was going to be about the trip, and all the stories that she could wire him.
"Yes," Mrs. Holland, warming herself in a chair by the fire, agreed. "I was worried about you at the beginning, Elizabeth, but by the end you seemed like your old self."
Diana"s gaze traveled to her sister, who was standing nearer the high windows that faced down on the walk. Her hair, which had returned to its ash blond shade since December-it had still been sun-streaked from her time in California then-was drawn into a low bun, and she was turned so that Diana could see the side of her face at a quarter angle. The halo around her head was lit up and pale, but the dark shadows under her cheekbones were p.r.o.nounced. She looked tired, and Diana wondered guiltily if she hadn"t pushed her too hard.
"I do worry about the proposed travel plans for Miss Elizabeth, however," Snowden continued. Outside, Penelope"s driver urged the horses forward. Elizabeth did not respond immediately, and instead watched as they pulled away from the curb. Diana moved toward her sister and put her arm around her waist, as though that might sh.o.r.e her up to lobby further for their southern journey.
"It"s all right, Mr. Cairns." Elizabeth turned her back toward the window and allowed herself to be hugged by her younger sister, who grew ever more aware of her fragility now that they were in each other"s arms. "I think it would be good for me to be out in the world a little."
"You don"t have to go," Diana forced herself to say, though she knew that the way she was looking at her sister made a quite opposite statement. How she wished she had Elizabeth to herself for a little, so they could discuss what Henry"s real intentions were, and also how high and mighty Penelope had acted at lunch, and what a tremendous insult it was that she"d come at all, and did anyone really think she was beautiful with those oversize features anyway?
"But it wouldn"t be so very difficult if you came with me." Elizabeth spoke in a soft but determined voice as she pushed one of Diana"s stray glossy curls behind her ear. "And we will be with our old friend Henry Schoonmaker, whom we have barely had time to see since his marriage, and perhaps put to rest any lingering discomforts he may have over our former connection. If you go with me," she went on, giving Diana a purposeful look, "then it will be all right."
Diana pressed closer, trying to somehow or other impart a bit of her own strength to her older sister. The fluttering of her heart, and the yearning to see Henry"s face up close again, came involuntarily at the sound of his name. She hoped her mother did not notice. Already she was imagining the sight of him on a railway platform, and how his expression would change subtly when he recognized her among the crowd. In this fantasy she was able to read all his feelings for her in a few minutes, and afterward the horrible wondering that kept her up at night and ruined her sleep would cease.
Ten.
Even when a girl is married, she still never completely leaves her mother and father"s home.
-LADIES" STYLE MONTHLY, FEBRUARY 1900 P ENELOPE SCHOONMAKER HAD NOT YET TAKEN off her burgundy wool coat with the black piping and high, proud collar, and already she was slouched on one of the striped settees in her bedroom in the Hayes mansion at 670 Fifth Avenue. Penelope had hurried straight upstairs because she couldn"t stand the idea of seeing her parents, who were so stupid and useless, and who had caused her so much pain by not giving her a more tasteful and established family to begin with. Sometimes she felt like a changeling of the most elegant variety.
Her former bedroom, very much like her current one, was a study in white and gold, except that it was larger and had been built with the idea of housing many, many gowns. She shot bitter looks at the pile of monogram canvascovered Louis Vuitton trunks, with their little j.a.ponisme initials, which she had bought in the shop on Rue Scribe in Paris long before she was married. They were her official excuse for having returned home that day. The real reason was that Henry"s indifference-reluctance, if she were to be honest, which was not among her native characteristics-to her plan of accompanying him to Florida was growing more obvious, and she feared the Schoonmaker servants would begin to talk.
"I don"t even want to go anymore," she said to Isaac Phillips Buck, her closest confidante, who had arrived several hours earlier to oversee the packing of the warm-weather clothing that had not yet been moved into her new wardrobe at the Schoonmaker residence. He glanced at her from the bed, where he had been folding laces, his large girth perched against its chenille edge.
"Oh, but you must, for my sake, to tell me what everyone is wearing," said Mrs. William Schoonmaker, her mother-in-law, who had accompanied her that morning. Her tone was dry and her pretty features were framed in white fur. She had lit a cigarette somewhere between the door and the window, and she exhaled before qualifying her statement: "William is such an a.s.s for not letting me go. I don"t know how he deludes himself that I actually like attending those silly political functions with him."
Isabelle, who had proved such an ally to Penelope in her campaign to marry Henry, had been moody lately, and not a bit of fun. Penelope ignored the older lady"s words, pushing herself up and walking over to the bed with its heaps of decorative pillows and neat piles of accessories. She picked up a vermilion sash and turned away from Buck as she examined it, letting her fingers glide slowly along its length.
"Don"t go," Buck said.
"I do have to, of course."
She didn"t mask her impatience, for Buck knew that to back out of the trip would be to shatter all appearances. He usually introduced himself by stressing his surname, as though to suggest that he was one of the old Buck clan who lived in country gentility somewhere up the Hudson, but in fact his prestige derived almost entirely from his exquisite taste and from the firmly held belief among a certain kind of New York lady that he was absolutely necessary to have on one"s payroll when there was a party to be thrown. This was the reason he had first become known to the Hayeses, and especially to their youngest member, and it meant that he was well aware how very new their reputation was, and how a.s.siduously it was to be maintained.
"The papers all reported how you attended the luncheon with Elizabeth Holland, and that your friendship is as strong as ever." Buck shrugged, as though that was all that might be concerning her.
"It"s not Elizabeth I"m worried about." She sat down on the bed, and drew the smooth fabric over her face thoughtfully. "Elizabeth I can handle. But how will it look if my husband goes on a trip without me, after only two months? What will everybody say? I couldn"t let him go alone, you know that."
"No." Over by the window, Isabelle had lit another cigarette. "You couldn"t in a thousand years do that."
"Well, at least you"re going to escape this dismal, gray city." Buck"s small eyes, which were enveloped in well-moisturized flesh, rolled to the elaborately frescoed ceiling as his tone sank dramatically.
"True." Penelope felt hot all of a sudden, and she jerked the b.u.t.tons of her coat open one at a time. "It won"t be so bad, and I think a little sunshine might bring Henry around, but now of course I"ve gotten myself outnumbered. I mean, Miss Broad is on my side, I suppose, but she"s not as grand as she looks, and if anybody knows that, it"s Elizabeth. The two Hollands together will surely be always looking for some way to step on my skirt. And Teddy will be there, and everybody knows that he was always infatuated with Liz...."
She removed her coat completely now and, leaving it on the bed, stepped across the thick carpet. Her day dress of mild cerise trailed along behind, and Robber, her Boston terrier, fell from the ottoman where he had been resting and scooted under an armchair when he heard her coming. Penelope was not a girl who cried easily, but she felt capable of tears of rage, thinking of Elizabeth and Diana and their soft little faces giving her accusing glances all the way to Florida.
At the window, she took one of the cigarettes from the gold case that Isabelle had placed on the sill and allowed her mother-in-law to fuss with her bangs briefly as she cooed sympathetically.
"You know what you need." They both turned to see Buck cross and uncross his legs contemplatively.
Penelope lit the cigarette and exhaled. Then she turned back to the view down Fifth Avenue, with its stately parade of carriages, and waited for the rest of Buck"s advice. Those people below were looking at the colossus that the Hayeses had constructed with their shiny new money, envying them and hating them all at the same time. It was a stage that her father had built for his wife and daughter, and though Penelope knew all the right lines and wore all the right costumes, still she was never the star. At least that was how it felt to her just then, as she clutched the gold drapery and despised everyone who was not in thrall to her performance and clapping and crying out brava.
"You need an ally."
"An ally?" Penelope knew instantly that he was right, but she wasn"t ready to be rea.s.sured yet.
"So that you"re not so outnumbered."
"I can"t possibly invite more people." Penelope looked at Isabelle as though for confirmation of this statement-after all, it was her husband who would get the bill for this trip.
Isabelle shrugged. "Of course you can. It"s a party." She made a little gesture with her right hand, leaving a cloud of smoke suspended in the air.
"People broaden the guest list all the time," Buck went on. "Anyway, you"ll need someone to help you, especially so that you don"t ever have to worry about appearing to scheme. Miss Broad has all the right clothes, but she hasn"t learned to be clever yet."
"That"s true." Penelope glanced at the deflated blonde at her side. "I wish you could come, Isabelle. It"s so unfair that mean old Schoonmaker says you must stay here."
Isabelle smiled at her sadly. "Thank you for saying so," she replied in a tone that suggested that the younger girl couldn"t begin to understand her suffering.
Penelope might have asked herself if Buck didn"t want to come along, and whether or not he might have been her choicest ally, when she looked down below and saw her older brother hopping off the driver"s seat of a four-in-hand. The horses were gleaming with sweat as though they had just been ridden hard, and Grayson handed over the reins to a servant and began to trot up the Hayeses" grand limestone steps with the clipped a.s.surance of a born aristocrat. Although she liked to think of herself as the brighter, more cunning sibling, she had always known that he was like her-they had the same natural excess of ambition and total deficiency of sentimentality-in a way that could only be explained by shared blood. She had always been a little proud of that fact, and as she watched him disappear into the house below, an idea began to form in her mind.
Then she heard her mother-in-law exhale a romantic little sigh, and looked sidelong at the older lady. Isabelle Schoonmaker"s face had taken on a far-off, dreamy quality. It was embarra.s.sing ever to be so obviously weak with infatuation, Penelope believed, especially when one was a Mrs. She would have searched out a way to subtly point this out, but she was distracted by the thought that it was rather impressive of Grayson to have felled such a sophisticated and desirable married lady. It was in fact a very useful skill, and might prove quite fatal when turned on a more naive girl.
When she spoke to Buck next, Penelope"s tone had brightened considerably. "I"ll invite Grayson along. He"s my brother, so he has to love me."
"No, don"t take him," Isabelle gasped. Then her gaze darted to Buck and she lost the imploring tone. "It"s only that there are so many more ladies than men to dance with at all the b.a.l.l.s this season, and it would be a shame to rob us of a gentleman so light on his feet."
"Oh, you"ll get along without Grayson." Penelope took a final inhalation of her cigarette and dropped the end of it in a potted plant. As she crossed the room again, to select her wardrobe with renewed focus and vigor, she left a trail of exhaled smoke behind. "And anyway, I already know just how I"ll use him."
Eleven.
Departing today for Palm Beach by special railcar are Mr. and Mrs. Henry Schoonmaker and their guests, Mr. Edward Cutting, Miss Carolina Broad, and the Misses Holland, Elizabeth and Diana. The latest addition to the party is Mrs. Schoonmaker"s brother, Mr. Grayson Hayes.
-FROM THE SOCIETY PAGE OF THE NEW-YORK NEWS OF THE WORLD GAZETTE, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY13, 1900 T UESDAY DAWNED GRAY AND MISERABLE, AND MR. Longhorn coughed all the way to the ferry station where Carolina had been told to meet the rest of the Florida party. They would cross the Hudson, she had been told, and then, in Jersey City, board the deluxe railcar that Henry Schoonmaker"s family maintained. As a maid she had overheard plans of this kind being formed, although actual travel had remained stubbornly out of her grasp. It was always her well-behaved and ever-suffering sister who had been taken along to resorts and leisure places, while she remained behind to repair old camisoles and shams at No. 17.