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Babs, don't keep us waiting again!" As she stood up, Eric rose, too, and said good-bye. "I have some work to finish before I go to bed," he told her. "Won't you wait and see me home? Sonia O'Rane's got a brougham, and we'll borrow it first." Eric laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Certainly, if you wish it." "You're not very gracious," she pouted. "It was so transparent. You could go with Mrs.
Even with Barbara he ought not to be so suavely forgiving at Jack's expense. . . . It was impossible to reconcile loyalty to both of them. O'Rane's house-warming, later still a decorous and rather dull dinner with Colonel Grayle. "You might dine with me for a change," Eric suggested, as he drove her home at the end of the week.
"It's quite fairly respectable to dine without a chaperon since the war." Eric turned and looked out of the window with a frown. He had not troubled to tell her that he had lately received a shock which threatened to make further meetings impossible. During a lull in the tumult at Mrs. O'Rane's party he had heard Lady Maitland's rumbling preparations for an introduction. "Eric Lane?
"You'll find me thoroughly dull," Barbara announced abruptly, with the candour of one who studies her effects and with a brusqueness which discouraged further advances. "The doctor says oh, Mrs. O'Rane's trying to attract your attention." Eric felt himself dismissed and, submitting to her hint, looked over the malachite bowls of white roses to the place where Mrs.
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