As
she faced him across the table, the pink light of the candle-shade
adding to the glow of health in her pretty cheeks, she caused him to
start by the abruptness with which she said:--
"I don't see much ahead of me but to get married; do you?"
"If you put it up to me, I don't see anything ahead of you, unless you
take a different view of life; you never seem to have a serious
thought."
"Mr. Harwood, you can be immensely unpleasant when you choose to be. You
talk to me as though I were only nine years old. You ought to see that
I'm very unhappy. I'm the oldest girl at Miss Waring's--locked up there
with a lot of little pigeons that coo every time you look at them. They
treat me as though I were their grandmother."
"Why don't you say all these things to your father?" asked Harwood,
trying to laugh. "I dare say he'll do anything you like. But please
cheer up; those people over there will think we're having a terrible
quarrel."
The fact that they were drawing the glances of Miss Bosworth's party
pleased her; she had been perfectly conscious of it all the time.
"Well, they won't think you're making _love_ to me, Mr. Harwood; there's
that to console you." And she added icily, settling back in her chair as
her father approached, "I hope you understand that I'm not even leading
you on!"
CHAPTER XVI
"STOP, LOOK, LISTEN"
Bassett and Atwill held a conference the next day and the interview was
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