Alice Duer Miller,
Instruments of Darkness (collection…
(1926)
“ When I grew old enough to go into business with him—to be his partner as well as his son—I ventured to ask him, but he knew no more than any one else. The breaking of the engagement had taken place twenty years ago. Now my aunt was over forty, still slim, still long-throated, still with a cameolike profile; but her hair was gray and her color faded. She came to Gertrude's wedding dressed just as a maiden aunt ought to be dressed, in gray and silver, with touches of blue, like the sky on a windy day. ”
