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Nancy of course would not have dreamed of crowding three women into her box, so the party consisted of herself and Christine, Riatt, Roland Almar a pale, eager, little man, trying to placate the world with smiles, and once again Linburne, whose handsome dark head, and curved mouth, half cynical, half sensuous, began to weary Riatt inexpressibly. After dinner he found that he and Mrs.
"Linburne's offer is not by any chance the reward for my giving Christine a suitable release?" Hickson was really shocked. "How can you think such a thing, Riatt?" "Where did you see Linburne?" Hickson hesitated, but confessed after some protest that it had been at Christine's house. "But you don't understand, you really don't," he said.
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."
Not a message from Christine, though she has been trying to communicate with you for two days. She can't see why you won't even answer her letters. I told her I would find you " "In fact, it is a message, or at least you are her messenger?" "No, Riatt, at least not from her. I have a message for you, but not from her." "From whom?" "From Linburne.
When the door had shut behind him, Christine glanced at her remaining visitor. "And now," she said, "I suppose you are wishing you had not." "What sort of a woman are you?" Riatt exclaimed. "Will you take any man that offers, me or Hickson, or Linburne or me again, just as luck will have it?" "I take the best that offers, Max and that's no lie." The implied compliment did not soften Riatt.
Strangely enough, though the fire was hot, the paper did not catch at once, but curled and rocked an instant in the heat, before it disappeared in flame and smoke. Not until it was a black crisp did Christine turn to Linburne, and hold out her hand. "Good-by, Lee," she said pleasantly. But he did not answer or take her hand. He left the room in silence.
He went on: "If you and I are really to be married " "If, my dear Max! What could be more certain?" "Since, then, we are to be married, you must tell me exactly what has taken place between you and Linburne." "With pleasure. Won't you sit down?" She pointed to a chair near her own, but Riatt remained standing. "Shall we have tea first?" "We'll have the story." "Oh, it's not much of a story.
Riatt's first thought on laying down the letter was: "Hickson never in the world objected to any little poet just out of college, and she knows it very well. It's Linburne he is worried about Linburne, whose name she does not even mention." And how absurd to attempt to make him believe she had cried all night. That was simply an untruth.
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.
"You have the reputation of playing all games well, my dear Lee," she returned. The obvious fact that she was enjoying the interview, made both men eager to end it but, unfortunately, they wished to end it in diametrically opposite ways. "Christine," said Linburne, "will you ask Mr. Riatt to be so kind as to let me have ten minutes alone with you?" Riatt spoke to her also.
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