She's
smart enough to capture him and add all he has to all that was coming to
Andrew Zane."
Mr. Salter drew up his napkin and sneezed into it a soft articulation of
"Jericho! Jericho!"
"Cal, don't you think you have some chance there yet?" asked Knox Van
de Lear. "I hoped you would have won Aggy long ago. It's a better show
than I ever had. You see I have to be at work at six o'clock, winter and
summer, and stay at the bookbindery all day long, and so it goes the
year round."
"Indeed, it is so!" exclaimed the hostess, slowly shutting down her
silken lids of pink. "My poor husband goes away from me while I still
sleep in the dark of dawn; he only returns at supper."
"Well, haven't you got brother Cal?" asked the bookbinder. "He's better
company than I am, Lottie."
"But Calvin is in love with Miss Wilt," said the lady, softly unclosing
her eves.
"No," coolly remarked Calvin, "I am not in love with her. You know that,
Lottie."
"Well, Calvin, dear, you would be if you thought she was pure and clear
of crime."
"Don't ask me foolish questions!" said Calvin.
The lady at the head of the table wore a pretty smile which she shut
away under her eyelids again and again, and looked gently at Calvin.
"Dear Agnes!" ejaculated Mrs.
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