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And, too, it seemed inevitable, for there wasn't room for Alicia's things and Bernie's in the same room, and the D's shelves and bureau drawers showed much vacancy. "Now, what do we wear this evening?" Alicia asked, tossing over her dresses. "This, let us say?" She held up a low necked evening gown of silk tissue. "No, you goose," said Bernice, decidedly.
It seems Bernie has never visited there before, though she has been to the house. Her uncle is queer, and why he wants his two nieces all of a sudden, and his two nieces' friends, nobody knows. It's sort of mysterious, I think." "Well, it's all right, as long as you're properly invited. It seems strange Bernie's cousin didn't care to take a friend." "Yes; I wonder what she's like.
He wondered whether knowledge of his pseudo-engagement to Myra Nell had anything to do with her manner. He knew that she was in the girl's confidence. Naturally, he himself was not quite at his ease in regard to Miss Warren. The rumor about his advancing the money for her Carnival expenses had been quieted through Bernie's efforts, and the knowledge of it restricted to a necessary few.
Myra Nell nodded vigorously. "With my hat-pin. I didn't mean to hurt him, but oh my! He isn't nearly so old as we think. I suppose the surprise did it. Anyhow, he became a raging demon in a second, and when they picked me up I had a sprained ankle and the piano cover was a sight." "I suppose Babylon ran away?" "No, he was standing there, with one foot right through Bernie's high hat.
She carried her head high before them, but, once in her room, she flung herself upon her bed and wept as if her heart were breaking. Fortunately for Norvin Blake's peace of mind, he had no inkling of Bernie's indiscretion nor of any change in Myra Nell. His work now occupied his mind to the exclusion of everything else.
"Can you beat that?" "I can't believe my senses. Why, Bernie's actually getting tough! Who is this fellow he's trailing?" "That? That's Joe Poggi, the owner of the fruit-stand. He's my best dago detective, and I sent him here to-night in case anything blew off. The woman is his wife lovely lady, too. 'Blackmail! Oh, Lord! I'll have to tell Poggi about this.
That was the terrible part of it all I had to pretend I was nearly killed, just to take Bernie's mind off the hat. I stayed in bed for the longest time I was afraid to get up and he got Vittoria Fabrizi to wait on me. So that's how I met her. You can't linger along with your life in a person's hands for weeks at a time without getting attached to her.
It seemed to him that her choice, provided she really had chosen, was excellent; for Norvin Blake was certainly very young to be the president of the Cotton Exchange, he was free from any social entanglements, and he was rich. Moreover, his name had as many honorable associations as even Bernie's own.
I'm glad you introduced us, for otherwise I'd have to arrange to meet him properly. If he doesn't want me, I'll proceed unaided." When his caller had gone Blake gave way to the hearty laughter he had been smothering, dwelling with keen enjoyment upon the probable result of Bernie's interview with the Chief.
"You?" she gasped. It was indeed, the hour of Bernie's discomfiture. Myra Nell was his divinity, and to confess his personal offense against her, to destroy her faith in him, was the hardest thing he had ever done. But he was gentleman enough not to spare himself. At the cost of an effort which left him colorless he told her the truth. "I'd been drinking, that day of the quarantine.
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