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                                  He  had  an  instinctive  and  rather  charitable  knowledge  of  the
                            weaknesses of men and women, and, like a priest, it made him the
                            more concerned for the maintenance of outward forms. It was typical
                            of  him  that  every  Sunday  morning  he  taught  in  a  fashionable
                            Episcopal Sunday-school – even though a cold shower and a quick
                            change into a cutaway coat were all that separated him from the wild
                            night before.
                                  After his father's death he was the practical head of his family,
                            and, in effect, guided the destinies of the younger children. Through a
                            complication his authority did not extend to his father's estate, which
                                                                                    1
                            was administrated by his Uncle Robert, who was the horsey  member
                            of  the  family,  a  good-natured,  hard-drinking  member  of  that  set
                            which centres about Wheatley Hills.
                                  Uncle  Robert  and  his  wife,  Edna,  had  been  great  friends  of
                            Anson's youth, and the former was disappointed when his nephew's
                            superiority failed to take a horsey form. He backed him for a city club
                            which was the  most difficult  in  America to  enter  – one could  only
                            join if one's family had "helped to build up New York" (or, in other
                            words, were rich before 1880) – and when Anson, after his election,
                            neglected it for the Yale Club, Uncle Robert gave him a little talk on
                            the subject. But when on top of that Anson declined to enter Robert
                            Hunter's own conservative and somewhat neglected brokerage house,
                            his manner grew cooler. Like a primary teacher who has taught all he
                            knew, he slipped out of Anson's life.
                                  There were so many friends in Anson's life – scarcely one for
                            whom  he  had  not  done  some  unusual  kindness  and  scarcely  one
                            whom  he  did  not  occasionally  embarrass  by  his  bursts  of  rough
                            conversation or his habit of getting drunk whenever and however he
                            liked. It annoyed him when any one else blundered in that regard –
                            about his own lapses he was always humorous. Odd things happened
                            to him and he told them with infectious laughter.
                                  I was working  in New York that spring, and  I used to  lunch
                            with him at the Yale Club, which my university was sharing until the
                            completion  of  our  own.  I  had  read  of  Paula's  marriage,  and  one
                            afternoon, when I asked him about her, something moved him to tell
                            me the story. After that he frequently invited me to family dinners at
                            his house and behaved as though there was a special relation between


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                              horsey = horsy
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