tle pathetic in the contrasted
figures of the Vicomte and their hostess crossing the lawn in front of
them. Mr. Spence paused a moment to light his cigarette, and he seemed
to derive infinite pleasure from this juxtaposition.
"Got left,--didn't he?" he said.
To this observation there was, obviously, no answer.
"I'm not very strong on foreigners," he declared. "An American is good
enough for me. And there's something about that fellow which would make
me a little slow in trusting him with a woman I cared for."
"If you are beginning to worry over Mrs. Holt," said Honora, "we'd
better walk a little faster."
Mr. Spence's delight at this sally was so unrestrained as to cause the
couple ahead to turn. The Vicomte's expression was reproachful.
"Where's Susan?" asked Mrs. Holt.
"I think she must have gone in the house," Honora answered.
"You two seem to be having a very good time."
"Oh, we're hitting it off fairly well," said Mr. Spence, no doubt for
the benefit of the Vicomte. And he added in a confidential tone, "Aren't
we?"
"Not on the subject of the Vicomte," she replied promptly. "I like him.
I like French people."
"What!" he exclaimed, halting in his steps, "you don't take that man
seriously?"
"I haven't known him long enough to take him seriously," said Honora.
"There's a blindness about women," he declared, "that's
incomprehensible. They'll invest in almost any old thing if the
certificates are beautifully engraved. If you were a man, you wouldn't
trust that Frenchman to give you change for five dollars."
"French people," proclaimed Honora, "have a light touch of which we
Americans are incapable. We do not know how to relax."
"A light touch!" cried Mr. Spence, delightedly, "that about describes
the Vicomte."
"I'm sure you do him an injustice," said Honora.
"We'll see," said Mr. Spence. "Mrs. Holt is always picking up queer
people like that. She's noted for it." He turned to her. "How did you
happen to come here?"
"I came with Susan," she replied, amusedly, "from boarding-school at
Sutcliffe."
"From boarding-school!"
She rather enjoyed his surprise.
"You don't mean to say you are Susan's age?"
"How old did you think I was?" she asked.
"Older than Susan," he said surveying her.
"No, I'm a mere child, I'm nineteen."
"But I thought--" he began, and paused and lighted another cigarette.
Her eyes lighted mischievously.
"You thought that I had been out several year
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