Excerpt from The Soul of a Tenor a RomanceSo when she went to a Monday morning musicale, and the sun of the smart set shone upon her, she was repaid. If at the next one the heavens were covered with gloomy gray clouds, she imperturbably drew her wraps about her and waited for brighter weather. Some people might have called her a climber, but climbers usually at tain higher altitudes, especially in the complicated jungle of New York Society. No, Mrs. Harley Manners was not a climber, for she never rose. She was just a sitter. She sat tight and waited for what never came. But her faith and patience were inexhaustible, and she had a perennial oh jcet in life. She was trying to live down the ap palling fact that her husband was not a banker, a broker, or even a wine merchant, but a hotel provision contractor.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.