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Updated: June 18, 2025
"What I was going to ask was how you happen to have added Professor Anners's name to your list recently, it seems?" The lumberman was reduced to the necessity of inventing a ready lie. He had obeyed his instructions blindly, on the supposition that young Blount would know and understand. "Anners? Oh, he knows a good thing when he sees it; and I guess maybe your father put him on.
Is young Blount here in the hotel?" "He has just gone up to the fifth floor with some friends of his Mr. Anners and his daughter, from Boston. Shall I hold him for you when he comes down?" "No; I want to see the senator. Hustle out another boy or two. I can't wait all night."
It was Miss Anners who was at the other end of the wire, and he was instantly aware of the note of anxiety in her voice. "Evan!" she exclaimed; "you don't know what a fright you have given us! What are you doing at your office when you ought to be here and in bed?" Blount drew the desk instrument closer and tried to put her off lightly. "I'm all right again.
When he edged out of the door, he was still telling me to take my time to think it over, and was indicating the way in which I might communicate my consent without committing anybody. I made a mistake in not firing him bodily!" Miss Anners was tapping one daintily shod foot on the tiled hearth. "You made your greatest mistake in the very beginning, Evan," she said decisively.
Weatherford's crush, and were back in the private dining-room suite at the Inter-Mountain, with Miss Anners safely behind the closed door of her own apartment, did the small conspirator pass the word of good hope on to her husband. "It is working beautifully," she exulted. "He will go to see Evan day after to-morrow and after that, the deluge."
Afterwards Jane Gray, looking like a trousered ghost in her outdoor sleeping garments, crept into my study and interrupted the work I was trying to make up. "Oh, Miss Jenkins," she whispered mysteriously, "I've just thought it all out a way to make everybody happy, I mean. It's a grand idea. She has the mares and anners of a duchess and so has he." Excitement invariably twisted Jane's tongue.
Miss Anners was watching the elevator signal glow as the car descended, and the wife's voice sank to a still lower whisper. "He will be at the Weatherfords'?" she inquired eagerly. "He is right sure to be; I told him you would be there." The small plotter nodded approval.
He was willing enough to listen to Grieg and Brahms as they were interpreted by Patricia, but the greater matter was still outweighing the lesser. Further along, when Miss Anners had played herself out, Blount tried to break the obstructing combination.
Beyond the game there was tea, and the sunset gun had been fired before the young lieutenant, who had attached himself to Miss Anners at the earliest possible moment in the afternoon, reluctantly surrendered his prize and handed Patricia into the waiting runabout for the return to the capital.
"I am afraid I can't get any comfort out of that suggestion," he returned. "When Miss Patricia Anners says 'No, I am quite sure she means it." "Think so?" said Gantry, still sympathetic. "Well, I suppose you are the best judge. Tough, isn't it, old man? What's the obstacle? if you can tell it without tearing the bandages off and saying 'Ouch!" "It is Miss Anners's career."
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