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But she was safely within it, and she had herself well enough in hand, after her adventure, to answer his kind, sad smile with gratitude. "What will Miss Rolls do to stop Lord Raygan from wanting to come and from saying anything about me to the others?" she wondered. She could not guess. Yet she grew more and more confident of Ena's finesse as the long afternoon wore on.
"You never wrote me," said Ena, thinking it was better to chatter than let Lord Raygan talk, perhaps indiscreetly. And there were still more floors at which the elevator must stop before reaching the ground level. "I I do trust you would have written if you'd wanted anything done that I could do."
But she could not sleep. She made pictures of Lord Raygan and his mother and Lady Eileen visiting at their house on Long Island. Would they think it more "swell" of the Rollses to be living in the country than in New York?
So she met the ship on which Lady Raygan, Rags, and Eileen returned to Ireland, in order to "make a dead set" at the man she had once discarded. An engagement was the consequence, and in the first letter Rags wrote to thank his kind host and hostess on Long Island, he asked for congratulations. It was the same day that Ena began to sneeze so dismally that the only place for her was bed.
She was on tenterhooks lest Lord Raygan and his mother and sister should be finding the ménage at Sea Gull Manor "all wrong," and laughing secretly at father and mother. If there had been that fear about the dressmaker's model on top of the rest of her anxieties she would have broken down with nervous prostration.
He said it was the latest addition the department, not the orchid." "Don't you get thinking too much about Rolls," grumbled Lord Raygan. "There may be something in that affair, after all. One can never be sure. Anyhow, I thought I'd tell you." On that he closed the door, shutting himself out.
There was a dinner at Sea Gull Manor that night in honour of the Rolls's guests, and just as Eileen had finished dressing, her brother Raygan knocked at her door. "Want me to say your tie's all right?" she chirped. "No, my child, I do not," said Rags. "I wouldn't trust your taste round the corner with a tie. You're looking rather pleased with yourself what?"
Besides, she was not sure yet that she would ever be his bride, and any risk she took might turn the scale against her, so uncertain seemed the balance. Just at present the danger was that she might fall in the slippery space between two high stools. "Why, yes, of course, Lord Raygan," she said, able in the midst of alarums to enjoy the repetition of his title, which made people stare.
Ena pressed her body against the wall, and Lord Raygan must, perforce, stand by her. "Good-bye!" she cried. "We have to go up again, you know." "We'll sail by, anyhow, and see where you hang out later," Raygan called after the disappearing form in black. "And we'll bring Rolls and my sister." By this time the elevator had emptied itself, save for those bound for the basement and Ena and Rags.
Lady Raygan, a singularly young-looking, red-faced woman of boyish figure, and with stick-out teeth, was a leading militant suffragette. When she embarked hastily for Queenstown she had just been rescued by her son from the London police. At first she had been too seasick to care that she was being carried past her home and that a series of lectures she had intended giving would be delayed.
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