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"Even as a mere acquaintance I might offer you some advice," he said. "I'm rather sleepy as it is," she returned, yawning slightly. For the first time Riatt had a sense of crisis. He knew he must either save her, or leave her. He could not give her a little sage advice and abandon her. It would be like advising a starving man not to steal and going away with your pockets full.
Christine had covered her face with her hands, and had sunk into a chair. For an instant Riatt really thought that the strain of the situation had been too much for her; but on closer inspection he found that she was shaking with laughter. "I can't be sure which was funnier," she gasped, "your face or Nancy's." Riatt did not seem to feel mirthful.
"Now you won't be long, will you?" said Riatt, with more of command than persuasion in his tone.
"Come, come, my dear, this is no way to treat your guests," he said. "I must really insist that you go back to the drawing-room. Upon my word, Riatt, you ought not to keep her like this." "It was a great temptation to have her a few minutes to myself, Mr. Fenimer," said Max, and Christine grinned gratefully at him behind her father's back. "Very likely, very likely," said Mr.
He could imagine a man's learning, even under the most suspicious circumstances, to conquer jealousy of a woman who loved him. Or he could imagine having confidence in a woman who did not pretend love. But to be married to a woman whom you love, without a shred of belief either in her principles or her affection, seemed to Riatt about as terrible a prospect as could be offered to a human being.
"Nancy dear," she said. "How nice of you to come, when I know how busy you were teaching Wickham piquet. Sit down. This is the reason I sent for you. As one of my best friends, I want your candid advice about this horrid situation." "But Laura is one of your best friends, too," said Mrs. Almar. "You'll see why I did not send for Laura. She is so ridiculously prejudiced in favor of Mr. Riatt.
Then Riatt let him lead the way to one of those remote and stuffy sitting-rooms in which all hotels abound. He saw at once that Hickson found it difficult to say what he had come to say, but Riatt was in no humor this time to help him out. "I'm awfully sorry this has happened," Hickson went on, "not only on your account, but on Christine's.
Max and I wanted to tell you that we are engaged. Only, of course, it's a secret." Riatt had resolved that he would not look at Mrs. Almar, and he didn't. She was adding up the score, and her arithmetic did not fail her. "And that makes 387, Mr. Wickham," she said, and then she looked up with her bright, piercing eyes, in time to see Laura fling herself enthusiastically into Riatt's arms.
Linburne was angry at Christine, not only for insisting on seeing Riatt, but for the lovely smile with which she had greeted him. He was glad of an outlet for his feelings. He almost shrugged his shoulders. "An outsider can only judge by your conduct, Mr. Riatt," he answered.
The wind cut their faces, the horse pulled and pranced, the gaiety had gone out of their little expedition. They drove on a mile or so, and then Riatt stopped the horse. "We've got to go back, Miss Fenimer," he said firmly. "Oh, please not, Mr. Riatt; we are almost there, and," she added with a fine sense of filial obligation, "I really feel I must do as my father asked me."
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