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She shrugged her shoulders. "You had nothing for which to stay." "There was you." "Me!" She laughed wisely. "You had to say that out of politeness. In a man's world I'm of no consequence. I know how I appear in your eyes. I've been married, so I'm no longer a novelty. I'm not so young as I was; I shall be older. And then I'm a mother you forget that, Lord Taborley.

Are you the telephone-girl that I'm talking to?" "Indeed I'm not," said Maisie with considerable haughtiness. "Please get off the line." And then to Tabs, "Are you still there, Lord Taborley? This is Mrs. Lockwood. Can't you postpone some of those engagements so that we can meet to-day?" At that moment the girl at the switch-board took a hand.

Tabs was just getting ready to confess that he was there and that he was Lord Taborley, when Maisie took matters out of his hands by informing the intruder that the line was occupied and that he was interrupting a conversation. "I'm sorry," the intruder apologized, "but my time's valuable. I've been kept waiting for the best part of quarter of an hour.

Already he was filled with a strange sense of gratitude. Very simply she took his hand and folded it between her own. "You, who have been a soldier, were a little afraid of me. Don't be afraid of me, Lord Taborley. Whatever it is that you've come to do for me, I shall try to be grateful. As for making me unhappy, no one not even you has the power to do that." He looked at her wonderingly.

Why, even now, when you're ready to give him up, you can't play the cards that are on the table; you have to try to borrow Lord Taborley from me. Don't get angry. I'm not accusing you especially. We women are all the same; there's not one of us who can stick to the rules of the game." Her glance shifted to Tabs. "You used to think that I was the exception. You see, I'm not.

That's all she has, unless " And then, speaking aloud in his effort to remember, "I know her. I'm positive. And yet " The door behind him opened. "This is nice of you, Lord Taborley. Ah, you were looking at Di! Most men do that when they visit me. I ought to be jealous. But a word of warning; looking is as far as any of them get."

The clinging folds of her wrap emphasized her slenderness, the grace of her lines and the girlish contours of her figure. Lady Dawn went to her and put her arm about her. "You're afraid. Of what are you afraid? Surely not of Lord Taborley? He's been telling me To be loved like that There was a time when I would have been proud." Terry's left hand went up to her breast.

Queer the women men fall for, even the quietest of them! No one's sane any longer. Had three husbands already, hasn't she? Quite a crowd! One would scarcely have supposed that an exclusive chap like Taborley would have joined in the queue to make a fourth. And he could have had almost any girl for the asking. There's never any telling."

"And I was trying to save you embarrassment," he excused himself. "Eh! What's that?" To his immense surprise a third voice a man's jumped in on the conversation. "Are you there? Is this Lord Taborley?"

The innocent old eyes blinked. "I'm not modern, like you, Lord Taborley. I have my suspicions of these simply complicated and complicatedly simple women. Set me down as old-fashioned. Having been only once married, I can't enter into the refinements of feeling of such matrimonially inclined boa-constrictors as Mrs. Lockwood. I sha'n't give myself the chance of meeting her.

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