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In desperation the man exclaimed: "I won't sit down, but I must talk to you. Really, I must, about ducks, if nothing else." "Ducks!" Adoree's expression altered. "Let's be sensible. I want you to like me." Pope tried to appear amiable, but the effort resulted in a painful smirk. "Huh!" "We like the same things let's be friends.
Adoree's lips twisted mirthlessly. "Of course you don't understand. How could you? Why, it's her baby. She's a mother. I can hold it once in a while; she can hold it always." "I didn't know you cared for children " Adoree shrugged; the beads at her throat clicked barbarously. "Neither did I, but I suppose every woman does if she only knew it.
Sometimes it seems to me that I can soar heavenward on the wings of of melody and get close enough to make myself heard. In my own way I was sort of praying for those two children. Foolish, isn't it? I'm sorry I told you. It sounds nutty to me when I stop to consider it." Pope stirred uneasily under Adoree's gravely speculative eyes. "Lorelei's all right?" Adoree nodded. "It's a boy."
She laid her hand upon his arm again, and when Pope caught her meaning his sallow cheeks were glowing and his eyes as bright as hers. "Gee! You're all right!" said he. "I'll call for you after the show." Adoree's smile was uncertain as she demurred. "Perhaps you'd better meet me here. What will people say?" But Pope was insistent.
Adoree's voice broke probably it was nothing serious, but Lorelei was frightened and so was the speaker. Bob had better waste no time, for one never could tell what might happen in cases of this sort. When Bob lurched out of the booth he was white; the noisy group he had left rose in alarm at sight of his stricken face.
We certainly killed Senor Thomas W. Tango, and I'll be shot at sunrise for stamping on Adoree's insteps. I looked before I leaped, but I couldn't decide where to put my feet. Whew! Got any grape-juice for a growing boy?" He helped himself to his father's wine-glass and drained it. "You can settle now, dad one thousand iron men. I owe it to Demorest." "What do you mean?" "Debt of honor.
Adoree's surprise at finding Robert Wharton in her friend's apartment was intense, and when she learned the truth she was for once in her life speechless. She could only stare from one to the other, wavering between consternation and delight. Finally she sat down limply. "I I'd have brought a present if I'd known," she managed to say. "Are you going to wish us luck?" Bob inquired. "Luck!
"I should say there was! You want scandal? I'll give you some." Adoree's eyes were flashing now. "If he's going to drown himself he ought to realize what he did and think it over when he comes up for the third time. Have you any idea what that girl went through out there on Long Island? Listen."
When the guest was ushered into Adoree's apartment she received another surprise, for the place was neither elaborate nor showy. It consisted merely of two large, comfortable rooms overlooking a side-street lined with monotonous brown-stone boarding-houses which for the most part were inhabited by doctors, dressmakers, and semi-professional people.
Adoree's voice greeted him; she was speaking from his own home, and her first words almost sobered him. Something was wrong; Bob was needed quickly; Lorelei was asking for him. For more than an hour they had been vainly trying to locate him. They had succeeded in reaching the doctor, and he was there with a nurse.
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