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He was influenced to do so, of course, by the beauty and charm which no one can deny that you possess." "I wish I had you for a press agent, Mr. Carteret," said the beauty, with a dazzling smile. "You are on the stage, Miss De Ormond," went on Black-Tie. "You have had, doubtless, many admirers, and perhaps other proposals.

I I believed him and and I liked him." She cast a soft, entrancing glance at Blue-Tie from under her long eyelashes. "And the price?" went on Black-Tie, inexorably. "Ten thousand dollars," said the lady, sweetly. "Or " "Or the fulfillment of the engagement to marry." "I think it is time," interrupted Blue-Tie, "for me to be allowed to say a word or two.

"Have you anything in the way of a proposition to make?" asked Black-Tie. Miss De Ormond looked reflectively at the neat toe of one of her dull kid-pumps. "I had a proposal made to me," she said. "If the proposal sticks it cuts out the proposition. Let's have that settled first." "Well, as far as " began Blue-Tie. "Excuse me, cousin," interrupted Black-Tie, "if you don't mind my cutting in."

Percival, the hater of mill supplies, brought in a card, which he handed, with the manner of one bearing a cartel, to Blue-Tie. "Olivia De Ormond," read Blue-Tie from the card. He looked inquiringly at his cousin. "Why not have her in," said Black-Tie, "and bring matters to a conclusion?"

And they're signed, too." "I understand," said Black-Tie gravely. "What's your price for the letters?" "I'm not a cheap one," said Miss De Ormond. "But I had decided to make you a rate. You both belong to a swell family. Well, if I am on the stage nobody can say a word against me truthfully. And the money is only a secondary consideration. It isn't the money I was after.

I've learned something of business and a little of life; and I somehow believe, cousin, that our great-great-grandfathers, the original Carterets, would indorse my view of this matter." Black-Tie wheeled around to his desk, wrote in a check-book and tore out the check, the sharp rasp of the perforated leaf making the only sound in the room.

"All right," responded Black-Tie, with unimpaired cheerfulness; "suppose we say 'squabs' when we talk about the 'proposal' and 'larks' when we discuss the 'proposition. You have a quick mind, Miss De Ormond. Two months ago some half-dozen of us went in a motor-car for a day's run into the country. We stopped at a road-house for dinner. My cousin proposed marriage to you then and there.

You remember, it is a tradition of the family, that no Carteret ever failed in chivalry to a lady or failed to keep his word when it was given." Then Blue-Tie, with frank decision showing on his countenance, turned to Miss De Ormond. "Olivia," said he, "on what date will you marry me?" Before she could answer, Black-Tie again interposed.

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