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"It is far more likely that Artie has already gone too far with Flora for Cary to forgive, and that's why she won't see him." At that, I tossed my head, for I felt that I knew how both Cary and Flora loved better than Aubrey did. Flattering myself, also, that I knew men pretty well, I had my doubts about the strength of Artie's character.
'It'd be a shocking falling away on Artie's part from his father's principles, he muttered inarticulately to himself several times over; 'and yet, on the other hand, I can't deny that this bit of a Tregellis girl is really a very tidy, good-looking, respectable, well-meaning, intelligent, and appreciative sort of a young woman, who'd, maybe, make Artie as good a wife as anybody else he'd be likely to pitch on.
Flora quailed, and drew back, abashed and a little frightened, but Artie's face was a study. At a sign from Aubrey, I looked at Mrs. Jimmie and rose. Just behind me, as I turned, I heard Artie whisper to Cary: "Tell me, have you ever loved like that?" And Cary's murmured reply: "Not yet, but I could." After that, Flora's fascination seemed to wane. Mrs.
The Also Ran was omnipresent, and was instant in season, out of season. But instead of arousing Artie's jealousy, this seemed only to amuse him. Finally the cause of Artie's visits developed. He blurted it out to me one day with the red face of a shamed schoolboy. "Faith, I wish you'd do me the favour to ask Cary Farquhar here some evening, and let me know!
Anyways I couldn't see him very good, I admit that. Because oh, well, maybe you can understand. "Artie's missing," he said. "You didn't see anything of him in there?" "I couldn't see at all, hardly," I told him. Then Wig turned his head and looked at me and he was all white and weak looking, especially when he smiled. And he had the remains of my Silver Fox scarf, all torn, around his neck.
He felt instinctively, what Herbert Le Breton could not feel, that this sentimental tendency of his son's, as he thought it, lay far too deep and seemed far too sacred for mere argument or common discussion. 'Perhaps, he said to himself softly, 'Artie's emotional side has got the better of his intellectual.
If they're in a wondher over Artie, they're in a greater wondher over Artie's mother, buyin' silks, an' satins, an' jools like an acthress, an' dhressin' as gay as a greenhorn jist over from Ireland." "They're jealous, an' I'm goin' to make them more so," said Anne with a gleeful laugh, as she flung away care and turned to the mirror.
"You have loved, have you?" said Cary, leaning forward to look at her across Artie's tucked shirt-front. "Then if you have, truly and deeply, as a woman can, when she meets the man who is her mate, can you jest so lightly about love being an acquisition? Are you thinking of his income and what he can give you more than your father has been able to do?
I ought to have been satisfied to escape without getting the Ravens to do that I mean send that message for me. Anyway, I made up my mind I'd be the one to tell Mr. Ellsworth about it, and Artie's people too, and I'd take all the blame. I guess nobody said anything more all the way up, until we came near the Field Club landing.
"Well, and so she and he were together all that evening, and afterward they corresponded. But Cary, being my bridesmaid, had, of course, the first claim on Artie's attention, but he was so taken with Flora that he sort of neglected Cary.
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