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Vervain than an engraved dinner invitation is like a personal letter. Yet it was to talk over his call with Miss Gaynor that he was now returning to the scene of that episode; and it was because Mrs.
There was a look of grim satisfaction on his face; whatever he had gone to do he had done in a manner to please him. She noted that his coat was off; that in it, as in a bag, he carried something heavy. "This goes with us wherever we go," he announced triumphantly. "It's a big breathing spell for Ben Gaynor." He dumped it out; there were other lumps like the two he had brought back the first time.
A maid answered and informed him that Mr. Gaynor had not arrived yet, though he was expected this afternoon or in the morning; that both Mrs. and Miss Gaynor were out. King hung up without leaving his name. King sat in the lobby, musing on San Francisco. As Gloria had said, it was a wilderness of its own sort. Time was when it had appealed to him; that was in the younger collegiate days.
Two days later she said to her mother, out of a long silence over the coffee cups: "Let's go back to San Francisco. This stupid place gets on my nerves." "Why, of course, dear," agreed Mrs. Gaynor. "I can have everything packed this afternoon, and to-morrow " "Nonsense," said Gloria. "You know we can get packed in half an hour."
As the slight figure, looking slighter still in a long trailing race coat, passed through the paddock gate to the stand enclosure, Mike Gaynor spoke to the jockey. "Redpath, me b'y, it's up to ye to put yer best leg for'ard to-day. Ye'r ridin' for the greatest little woman in this big country. In all the stand up there, wit' their flounces and jewels, there isn't a lady like her.
King lifted Gloria into her saddle; Gloria's little laugh had in it a flutter of excitement as her cavalier's strength took her by delighted surprise and off her feet. They rode away through the thinning shadows. Mrs. Gaynor, despite the earliness of the hour, went straight to her husband, awoke him mercilessly, and told him everything.
Gaynor led the way through a room where were piano and victrola and from the floor of which the rugs were still rolled; through a dining-room and into what was at once a small library and Gaynor's study; King noted that even a telephone had found its way hither.
"Lucretia has found you out," said Allis, presently. "You do like horses; she knows it." "Oh, I like animals, I don't deny," Mortimer answered, "but I know very little about them nothing about race horses." Mike frowned and looked disparagingly at the visitor. "He must be a quare duck," he muttered to himself. That a man should know nothing of thoroughbreds was perfectly inexplicable to Gaynor.
Gaynor, "to retail all that to Mark King. What business of his is it if Mr. Gratton does go to Coloma, or anywhere else?" "That's for you and papa to argue out," said Gloria serenely. "We are going back to San Francisco to-morrow!" "I'm not. You know I'm not ready to go yet." "That is very undutiful, Gloria," said her mother anxiously. "When your own mother " "Oh, let's not get tragic!
Spalding had said nothing; she had not mentioned King to Spalding, since she had not mentioned him to Gratton during the long ride Her telephone bell rang. After the irritating way of telephones, she was put presently into communication with Mrs. Gaynor. "Gloria! Gloria! Is that you?" Her mother's voice sounded strange in Gloria's ears shaken with emotion. "Yes, mamma. "What has happened, child?
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