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He stood the test even of evening clothes, though Christine fancied as she studied him that she would alter his style of collars. They would be better higher. Mrs. Ussher brought him over at once and introduced him. "This is my cousin Max, Christine, about whom I've talked so much. Max, this is Miss Fenimer."
You think no one will believe that he ever did propose unless I accept him. I think you're perfectly right." "They won't and I don't," said Nancy, and moved rapidly to the door. "One moment, Mrs. Almar," said Riatt, firmly. "You happen to be mistaken. I did very definitely ask Miss Fenimer to marry me not ten minutes ago." "And do you renew that request?" said Christine. "I do."
By this time Wickham, aware that he had been rebuffed, had found an explanation for it. The girl was annoyed at having been forced to admit her pearls were imitation. He decided to put everything right. "Miss Fenimer," he said, and she turned her head perhaps half an inch in his direction, "I think you misunderstood me just now.
"And may I ask if you consider that she does intend to marry you that is if you should happen to become marriageable?" "That is a question between her and me," returned Linburne. Riatt laughed. "I see," he said. "The matrimonial plans of my future wife are no affair of mine?" And for an instant he felt his most proprietary rights were being invaded. "Miss Fenimer is not your future wife."
She knew that Laura had had no opportunity to convey this intelligence to Christine, and it amused her to see how she would support the blow. Christine's expression did not change, but her blue eyes grew suddenly a little darker. She turned slowly toward Riatt. "And are you leaving us?" she asked. "Sorry to say I am." "What a bore," said Miss Fenimer politely.
Marriage, she knew, was the only possible solution of her problems. Her life with her father was barely possible. As a matter of fact they were but rarely together. The tiny apartment in New York did not attract Fred Fenimer as a winter residence, when he had an opportunity of going to Aiken or Florida or California at the expense of some more fortunate friend. In summer it was much the same.
"Of course I can see," she said, "why any one shouldn't want to be married, but I can't see why you object to being engaged to me for a few weeks." "How can I be sure you will keep your word?" "I'll give it to you in writing," she returned. "Write: This is to certify that I, Christine Fenimer, have enveigled the innocent and unsuspecting youth " "I won't," said Riatt.
Linburne without his wife this time; and Mr. Fenimer himself, doing honor to his future son-in-law by taking a meal at home. Christine in a wonderful pink chiffon and lace tea-gown came forward to greet Dorothy, rather than Max, to whom she gave merely an understanding smile, while she held the girl's hand an instant.
He went straight to the Fenimers' house not indeed expecting to find Christine at home at that hour, but resolved to await her return. The young man at the door, who had known Riatt before, appeared confused, but was decided. Miss Fenimer, he insisted, was out. Glancing past him Riatt saw a hat and stick on the hall table. He had no doubt as to their owner.
"I'll wait then," he said, coming in, and handing his own things to the footman, who seemed more embarrassed still. Taking pity on him, Riatt said: "You mean Miss Fenimer is at home, but has given orders that she won't see any one?" Such, the man admitted, was the case. "She'll see me," Riatt answered, "take my name up." The footman, looking still more wretched, obeyed.
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