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Urmy understand the enormity of her offence against good taste, and presently her astonishment gave way to amusement. "Lavinia," she rippled, "as a matchmaker you take the cake! I don't believe " She paused, listening. "Hush! Here's Jeannette!" Miss Jeannette Urmy came in through the open French window.
Was she coming to propose to molest him? He got hot thinking of it. The situation had undergone a complete change since he had started out in a rage, and some trepidation, to confront Miss Urmy herself, if need be. Now trepidation over-balanced all his other emotions. Miss Urmy was behind him, in his own automobile, and he was meekly driving her at a cracking speed to his own house!
Jeannette interrupted indignantly. "That was an error of judgment for which I humbly apologize. We are all liable to make mistakes sometimes. You, Miss Urmy, for instance, took me for a motor-man. You also appropriated my car, and commanded me to bring you here at a murderous no, a killing pace. And I think you added that you would make it up to me." Jeannette's face tingled.
Miss Jeannette L. Urmy, with her veil lifted, and relieved of her voluminous coat, was, he had to admit, distractingly pretty; not at all the type he had pictured as the original of the name. He even ventured to think that Miss Urmy's mind had become obscured on that point by those well, indiscreet lines in the Morning Post. They had upset him; then why not her? They were so premature.
Urmy, with a dawning suspicion that perhaps she had, after all, run afoul of British conventions, which she found as difficult of comprehension as her regular morning study of Debrett. "But Jeannette!" "That's so. Jeannette'll raise Cain." Mrs. Urmy got up from the table. "It's this a-way, Persis. I reckon I fixed your little affair up with Lord Hartley to home, and you've got to thank me for it.
Chilminster had met very few unmarried American girls, but like most Englishmen, he was aware of their capacity for resolution in most matters. Then, again, it was leap year. Suppose For a little while he did a lot of hard thinking. "I say," he called suddenly, looking over his shoulder. "Isn't there a Miss Urmy staying at the White House?"
I?" flamed Jeannette. She drew herself up as haughtily as a pretty woman can under the disadvantage of being seated in a yielding easy chair. "Do you mean to assert, Lord Chilminster, that I ?" She was interrupted by the entrance of the butler. "Luncheon is served, my lord," he announced. "You will take off your coat?" Lord Chilminster turned to Miss Urmy, and advanced a step in anticipation.
Urmy, shooting a quick glance at Lady Hartley. At the same moment, both ladies, by common consent, sauntered toward the door. They knew Jeannette's temperament. A crisis, such as the announcement in the Morning Post was sure to evoke, was one at which they were not anxious to assist. "Oh, I'm ahead of time," answered Jeannette. "I've been up since six looking for eggs."
She was dressed in a natty little cotton frock, looked fresh and chic, and only pleasantly American. Perhaps she inherited her good looks and refined tastes from "popper" Urmy, deceased, in which case that gentleman must have committed one serious error of taste and judgment when he selected Jeannette's mother for his better half. "My! You're late, Jeannette!" observed Mrs.
Jeannette drew herself up and fixed him with a stony stare. "I am Miss Urmy," she answered frigidly. The start that Chilminster gave unconsciously affected the steering-wheel, and the car swerved sharply. "What are you doing? You're driving disgracefully!" exclaimed Jeannette. "I I beg your pardon," faltered Chilminster. "I thought you were her lady's maid." He felt he owed her that one.
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