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Neil was at an evening meeting of the financial committee at the Federal Club when his father telephoned, "Your mother and I want to see you immediately. It's important. Can you stop by at the house in not over forty minutes? Good."
That there was to be a council, even that Vestal was to be there, Neil did not guess. He came into the narrow, Brussels-carpeted hall of his father's house, into the "front-parlor, " whistling, and stopped at the spectacle of the entire family, beneath the pictures of Pilgrim Fathers and sleigh-rides and Venice, sitting on the imitation-petit-point chairs, on the egg-yolk-yellow couch, on the floor, looking at one another and at souvenir ash-trays and an Album of the New York World's Fair.