Caleb Trench

Excerpt: &quote;Diana Royall pushed back the music-rack and rose from her seat at the piano. &quote;Show the person in here, Kingdom.&quote; The negro disappeared, and Diana moved slowly to the table at the farther end of the long room, and stood there turning over some papers in her leisurely, graceful way. &quote;Who in the world is it now?&quote; Mrs. Eaton asked, looking up from her solitaire, &quote;a book agent?&quote; &quote;Caleb Trench,&quote; Diana replied carelessly, &quote;the shopkeeper at Eshcol.&quote; &quote;The storekeeper?&quote; Mrs. Eaton looked as if Diana had said the chimney-sweep. &quote;What in the world does he want of you, my dear?&quote; Diana laughed. &quote;How should I know?&quote; she retorted, with a slight scornful elevation of her brows; &quote;we always pay cash there.&quote;&quote;