"Oh, yes, you told me about it. It's a very big
thing, I daresay, but what puzzles me is why the governor should care
to worry about it. He has money enough--"
"No man has money enough," said Howard, solemnly. "But no matter. It is
a waste of time to discuss philosophy with a man who has no mind above
fox-hunting, fishing, pheasant-shooting, and dancing. By the way, how
many times do you intend to dance with the Grecian goddess?"
"Meaning--" said Stafford.
"Miss Falconer, of course. Grecian goddesses are not so common, my dear
Stafford, as to permit of more than one in a house-party."
"I'm sure I don't know," replied Stafford, eyeing him with faint
surprise. "What the devil made you ask me that?"
Howard eyed the handsome face with cynical amusement.
"Pardon, if I was impertinent; but I assure you the question is being
asked amongst themselves by all the women in the house--"
Stafford stared at him and began to frown with perplexity rather than
anger.
"My dear Stafford, I know that you are not possessed of a particularly
brilliant intellect, but you surely possess sufficient intelligence to
see that your attentions to Miss Falconer are somewhat obvious.
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