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The new British Ambassador, who arrives from Japan next week, is Carty's uncle, and we were going to make him stage-manage the wedding, you see. A sort of officially certified elopement." "More advertisement!" said Miss Van Arsdale coldly. "Really, Miss Welland, if marriage seems to you nothing more than an opportunity to create a newspaper sensation I cannot congratulate you on your prospects."
He had come to New York full of hope, had waited month after month, and had finally become discouraged. In this extremity he had taken to a drug. His relations with the Arsdales began less than a week ago and they knew nothing of him save that he had been of some assistance in helping young Arsdale straighten out.
On his success or failure to arouse Arsdale largely depended the happiness of the girl. "No," he reflected aloud, "the question is n't how much punishment you deserve, for the pain you suffer personally does n't, unfortunately, remedy matters in the slightest. It wouldn't do you any good for me to kick you about the room or I 'd do it.
"I knew I should find you here." "Any other woman of my acquaintance would have said, 'Who would have expected to find you here!" commented Miss Van Arsdale. "Yes? I suppose so. But we've never been on that footing, Ban and I." Io's tone was casual; almost careless. "I thought that you were in the country," said Banneker. "So we are.
"How do you do? I am Irene Welland." The older woman took the extended hand. There was courtesy rather than kindliness in her voice as she asked, "Are you much hurt?" "I'm quite over it, thank you. All but the bandage. Mr. Banneker was just speaking of you when you rode up, Miss Van Arsdale." The other smiled wanly.
Everything interested me. You're a mystery and I hate mysteries." "That's rather hard." "Until they're solved. Perhaps I shall stay until I solve you." "Stay longer. It wouldn't take any time at all. There's no mystery to solve." He spoke with an air of such perfect candor as compelled her belief in his sincerity. "Perhaps you'll solve it for me. Here's Miss Van Arsdale. Good-bye, and thank you.
"I 'd like to make this day one that we 'll both remember forever. I 'd like to make it one that we can always turn back to." "Yes." "Perhaps after to-day we 'll neither of us be afraid of the dark again." "I 'm not afraid now." "Nor I," he smiled. The voice of Arsdale came to them, "Oh, Elaine! Oh, Donaldson!"
A species of auto-juggernaut, with Marrineal at the wheel." "What rubbish!" said Miss Van Arsdale with amused scorn. "Oh, because you've nothing to ask or fear from Baal. Yet even you would use it, for your musical preachment." As he spoke, he became aware of Edmonds staring moodily and with pinched lips at Miss Van Arsdale.
He had also composed nearly a column of supposed Amalgamated Wire report, regarding the fight for and against Governor Enderby's reform measures, which he would read presently to Miss Van Arsdale from the dailies just received. As he dismounted, the clear music of her voice called: "Any mail, Ban?" "Yes. Letter from Albany." "Let me open it myself," she cried jealously.
And Donaldson knew that if they cut half as deep into the boy as they now cut into him they had left their mark. He found no answer. He listened with his breath coming as heavily as the boy's breath had come when they had stood before the open window. Arsdale faltered for words. "Why why Elaine loves you!" he blurted out. "Don't!" So, too, the boy had exclaimed. "Don't you know?
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