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Hickson, who had been suffering far more than any one, rushed to the rescue. "Miss Fenimer did not do it on purpose, Wickham. She happened to be standing " "Oh, is that what your sister meant?" said Christine, as if a sudden light dawned on her. "Tell me, Nancy darling, do you really think I hit the horse on purpose, so as to have an uninterrupted evening with Mr. Riatt? How you do flatter men!
It's a good story. You'll enjoy it, but for the present, my dear, you must just accept the fact that I am engaged, that I am neither wildly elated nor unduly depressed." Miss Lane had grown extremely serious. "Who is she?" she asked. "Her name is Christine Fenimer." "I've seen her name in the papers." "Who has not?" he returned bitterly. "What is she like?"
Fenimer, who was rather a stickler for etiquette, prevented the perfect freedom that had reigned at the Usshers', the talk turned on people whom Dorothy did not know, and it was so quick and allusive that no outsider could have followed it.
The wind cut their faces, the horse pulled and pranced, the gaiety had gone out of their little expedition. They drove on a mile or so, and then Riatt stopped the horse. "We've got to go back, Miss Fenimer," he said firmly. "Oh, please not, Mr. Riatt; we are almost there, and," she added with a fine sense of filial obligation, "I really feel I must do as my father asked me."
He did not stop to ask why this idea was repugnant to him, but he said firmly: "I have a car of my own downstairs, and I'll take Miss Fenimer home." It was of course a lie, as the simple taxicab was his only means of vehicular locomotion, but a taxi, thank heaven, can always be obtained quickly at the Metropolitan. Christine consented. Linburne stepped back. They drove the few blocks in silence.
But he told Mrs. Almar a story I could not help hearing I never heard such a story in my life." "I gather it did not shock Mrs. Almar." "She knew it already. 'Lee, she said, 'that story is so old that even my husband knows it, and every one laughed." "I'm afraid you did not enjoy yourself." "I like Mr. Hickson very much. And I thought Miss Fenimer more beautiful than before.
Almar could have pleaded an additional reason for her wish to interfere with this match, besides the natural one of not wishing Miss Fenimer to attain any success; and that was the fact that Edward Hickson, her brother, had wanted for several years to marry Christine. Hickson was a dull, kindly, fairly well-to-do young man exactly the type you would like to see your rival marry.
Already, it seemed to Riatt that the bonds of matrimony were closing about him as he found himself delegated to look up Christine's trunks, maid and dressing-case. Soon after the arrival of the train he had an appointment, made by telephone, with Mr. Fenimer. The interview was to take place at Mr. Fenimer's club, a most discreet and elegant organization of fashionable virility.
Christine openly smiled at Max, as she answered: "Well, I do want to see him," and Linburne turning to see at what her smile was directed found himself face to face with Riatt. Max made a gesture to the footman, and shut the door behind his hasty retreat, then he came slowly into the room. "In one thing you are mistaken, Mr. Linburne," he said. "I do care whether or not I see Miss Fenimer."
For Riatt, too, the question was an awkward one, but he had his answer ready. "The rights," he said, "of a man who certainly was once engaged to Miss Fenimer, and who came East ignorant that the engagement was already at an end." Christine laughed. "Very neatly put," she said. "Neatly put," exclaimed Linburne. "You talk as if we were playing a game."
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