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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.
The letters were lying on his writing table; and as he finished this one, he raised his eyes and looked at Christine's picture. He did not believe Laura's over-wrought picture. Christine was no fool, Linburne no villain. There was probably a little flirtation, and a good deal of gossip. But that would all be put a stop to by the announcement of Christine's engagement to Hickson.
He told the messenger to wait for an answer, but he thought that Christine would hardly be willing to commit herself on such short notice, or without an interview with Linburne. But, within a surprisingly short interval, her letter was in his impatient hands.
The only moment of regret that he suffered was when one day, when things first began to look badly, he met Linburne and another man in Wall Street, and there was something subtly insulting and triumphant in the former's manner of condoling with him about the situation. Rumors of it reached Christine. She liked the picture of Riatt's courage and calm, and hated the danger of his losing money.
But, bless them, they did not know. Have you met Mrs. Linburne? Oh, she knows all about us. In fact every one does, for I can't resist wearing this." She moved her left hand on which his diamond shone like a swollen star. "How did you find my father?" "Most amiable," answered Riatt rather poisonously, and regretted the poison when he saw the Linburnes exchange an amused glance.
"Oh, I dare say, but I don't care about that sort of gossip. It's absurd to say she and Linburne are engaged. How can a girl be engaged to a married man?" "We must move with the times, my dear Hickson," said Riatt bitterly. "Linburne's no good," Ned went on, "not where women are concerned. He wouldn't treat her well if he did marry her.
Riatt," said Linburne, with a politeness that only accentuated his irritation, "in suggesting that as your visit is, I believe, unexpected, and as mine is an appointment of some standing, that you will go away and let me finish my conversation with Miss Fenimer." Max smiled. "Oddly enough," he said, "I was about to make the same request to you.
"Oh, well, she doesn't look as brilliant as she did when you were with her. But isn't that natural? I wonder why Nancy asked Lee Linburne and where is that silly little wife of his. Oh, don't go, Max. It's only the St. Anna attaché; we met him on the coast last summer." But Riatt insisted on making way for the South American diplomat, who was standing courteously in the back of the box.
"You judge me to be very much in love?" This general conviction on the part of the ladies of his acquaintance was growing monotonous. Nancy continued: "But come back in two years, and we'll talk of gratitude then. In the meantime let us stick to the impersonal. What do you think of Linburne?" "I've had many opportunities of judging. I've been nowhere for two days without meeting him." Mrs.
At this point Linburne, who had been standing in the back of the box, came forward and said: "Won't you take my car, Miss Fenimer? I'll go down and find it for you." A look that passed between them, a twinkle in Nancy's eyes, suddenly convinced Riatt that the scheme was for Linburne to take Christine home.
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