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But you haven't heard yet what it is I want you to do." "What is it?" "I want you to make me a well authenticated offer of marriage before you go for good." "Miss Fenimer, I have the honor to ask you to marry me." "I regret so much, Mr. Riatt, that a previous attachment prevents my accepting but, my dear man, that isn't at all what I mean.
"Oh, dear, what a noisy man he is," she thought and when he had finished, she called again: "Mr. Riatt!" This time he heard. "What is it?" he answered. "Mr. Riatt, what shall I do? The cereal is burning terribly." "I should think it was," he said. "I can smell it down here." He sprang up the stairs and snatched the pot from the stove. "You must have stopped stirring it," he said.
And she cast a quick stimulating glance at Wickham, whose usual inability to say nothing again betrayed him. "Oh," he said, "I enjoyed our game immensely." "Good," answered Nancy. "We'll have another this afternoon then." "Indeed, yes," said Wickham, looking rather wan. "After Mr. Riatt has gone," said Nancy distinctly.
Laura did not inquire very closely, but she agreed that the best way for Christine to traverse the distance would be for Riatt to drive her over in the cutter. Riatt sat next to Laura at luncheon, and she put it to him, when the general conversation was loudest. "Would you mind awfully driving poor little Christine over to her own place to get something or other for that horrid father of hers?"
What with the snow and the fact that she had been so busy talking that she really had no idea how far they had been, it took her a moment to orient herself anew. She told him with a conscience-struck look. "And you," said Riatt, "who do not even know the road to your own house, were volunteering to pilot me through an emotional crisis."
Riatt; but if he decides not to burn it, I promise to tell you all about it as we drink our tea." "Do you promise me that, Christine?" "Most solemnly, Lee." She looked up at Linburne, and before Max knew what he was doing he found he had dropped the paper into the fire.
We don't know of course just from what; but we do know this: Max Riatt is the best match that has yet presented himself, and that Christine is the last girl in the world to ignore that simple fact. Come, Ned, even if you do love her, you may as well admit the girl is not a perfect fool. Fate, accident, or possibly her own clever manoeuvering put the game into her hands.
In the taxicab, he questioned her at once as to her impressions. "I didn't like Mr. Linburne or Mrs. Almar at all, Max. She kept asking me the greatest number of questions about you and the story of your life. What interest has she in you, I wonder?" "None," answered Riatt, but added rather quickly, "And what did you think of Linburne?" "I couldn't bear him, though I own he's nice looking.
There was a blank and rather flat pause, during which Riatt took his cigarette from his mouth and very carefully studied the ash, but could think of nothing to say. The thought in his mind was that Hickson was a dull dog. "Have you told Hickson?" he asked after a moment. She shook her head. "No, and I shan't till I get more accustomed to the idea myself.
Already, it seemed to Riatt that the bonds of matrimony were closing about him as he found himself delegated to look up Christine's trunks, maid and dressing-case. Soon after the arrival of the train he had an appointment, made by telephone, with Mr. Fenimer. The interview was to take place at Mr. Fenimer's club, a most discreet and elegant organization of fashionable virility.
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