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After months of separation, it was good to find himself in the presence of this woman to whom he was allowed to speak freely his real opinion. Miss Gannion by no means always agreed with him; but she usually understood his point of view and was willing to admit its weight.
At one side of the table, Bobby and Sally were sparring vivaciously; at the other, Miss Gannion and Thayer had fallen into quiet talk about certain common friends and about the simplest method of helping Arlt to gain the professional recognition he deserved and needed. "I'm not potent at all," Miss Gannion said regretfully.
"Now, when you get hard up for ideas, Arlt, when you actually can't get enough out of your gray matter to fill up your pattern, you go off somewhere and study something. Now, if I " "What have you to do with it, Bobby?" Miss Gannion queried. "I represent literature, of course, just as Arlt represents music. If I were to go off and study something, what would you all think?"
Miss Gannion caught at the opportunity for a digression. "Mr. Arlt is coming to lunch," she observed. "To-day? I didn't know he was back in town." "He came last night." "Was Mr. Thayer with him?" "No; Mr. Thayer sings in Boston, last night and to-night. He sent me a note, saying I might expect him to dinner on Tuesday." "I wonder what success Mr. Arlt has had." "Mr. Thayer sent me some criticisms.
He had been dining with Miss Gannion; but he had left her early, in order to impress upon Arlt that he must accept his bidding to the supper which the Lorimers were to give after the concert. The invitations had been noncommittal, and Arlt had announced his intention of declining his own, on the plea of being too tired with his overture to care to do anything more, that night.
I don't know why I am telling you, for no one else must know it, not even Sidney himself. He doesn't suspect it at all now, and I mean that he never shall. If I made the mistake in the first place, I ought to be the one to suffer for it, not he." "But he loves you now," Miss Gannion said unsteadily. "To-day.
"Not lately." Sally's eyes were under less subjection than her tongue, and Miss Gannion answered the question they so plainly asked. "Long ago, before the night of the concert, even, Mr. Thayer spoke of the matter to me. Since then he has never mentioned it." "I wish you would ask him what he thinks now," Sally said bluntly. "He knows Mr.
He lifted his eyes from the fire, looked at her steadily for a minute, and then stared into the fire again. She grew restless with the stillness. "And we thought perhaps you could say something." "To ?" he asked, without raising his eyes. "To Mr. Lorimer." "What could I say?" "Something to break it off." In spite of himself, he laughed outright. "Would you advise threats or bribery, Miss Gannion?
Any good woman is sure to have a strong hold on the man who loves her; and, in times of real danger, she is afraid to let go that hold." Bobby shook his head. "That's Beatrix all over, Miss Gannion. But it will take a mighty strong grip to haul Lorimer across to firm ground." "I realize that." "But the question is, does Beatrix realize it, too," Sally said abruptly. "Better than we can.
Then he blunders into the way of temptation and makes a mess of it all." Unconsciously Thayer's voice betrayed his dislike of a weakness of which he had no comprehension. An instant later, he seemed to realize his own self-betrayal and he pulled himself up sharply. "I wish you knew Lorimer better, Miss Gannion. Then you would understand why I am telling you all this.
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