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"Yes, that is, as you say, the most amusing part of the whole evening of cross-purposes. Why should he run away just at this time to-night to-night?" "What is there particular about to-night that Courtland's running away should seem doubly erratic?" asked Mr. Linton, after a little pause. He had his eyes fixed coldly upon his wife's face. She turned to him and laughed quite merrily.
"That we were becoming Herbert Courtland's champions, because we were in love with him?" "Well, I don't know. Wasn't that what you meant to suggest people would say of a woman who became a man's champion?" "Something in that way. How straightforwardly you speak out what's on your mind!" "Oh, I'm a girl of to-day.
Some one else shouted, "Get the hose!" and more fellows tore off their coats and threw them down at Courtland's feet; some one tore Pat away, and the great fire-hose was turned upon the victim. Gasping at last, and all but unconscious, he was set upon his feet, and harried back to life again.
Only the man who was going to darkest Africa to work in the jungles, and a couple who were bound, one for the leper country, and another for China, had a light of understanding in their eyes, and gripped Courtland's hand with reverence and ecstatic awe. "But, man alive!" lingered one, unwilling to leave his brilliant friend in such a hopeless hole.
They're fools enough to believe that a snub or a jilt from a So'th'n girl would pay them back for a lost battle or a ruined plantation!" For the first time Miss Sally saw Courtland's calm blood fly to his cheek and kindle in his eye. "You surely do not expect ME to tolerate this blind and insolent interference!" he said, rising to his feet. She lifted her ungloved hand in deprecation.
If either had been susceptible to reason, and had got up a case against their author, the publishers declared that Mr. Courtland's book would not have had a chance with "Revised Versions." To be sure they admitted that the report that Mr. Holland had been thrown over by the lady who had promised to marry him had given a jerk forward to the sales; but when Mr. Meantime, however, Mr.
"Only him, sir!" said the clerk, pointing to the entry just above Courtland's. "James T. Aquilar and wife, Seattle, Washington," Courtland read, idly, and turned away. "They been here two days. Come in a nerroplane!" went on the clerk, communicatively. "Fly all the way from Seattle?" asked Courtland, idly.
Phyllis, being well aware of George Holland's views, was not shocked at the sound of his laughter at the true story of Mr. Courtland's dynamite outrage at New Guinea; but all the same, she was glad that she was not going to marry him. He had not, however, been altogether uninteresting in her eyes while sitting beside her, and that was something to record in his favor.
Linton felt; and now the fan was hanging down among the brocaded flowers of her dress, making them look tawdry as she left the box, and noticed how at least two men were lying in wait for her party. There was, however, a frankness in Herbert Courtland's strategy which George Holland's did not possess. Mr. Courtland was looking directly at her; Mr.
Mere foolishness and superstition! Very beautiful, and perhaps allegorical, but not at all practical! The minister was down by the door before they got out, and grasped Courtland's hand as if he were an old friend, and then turned and grasped Tennelly's.
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