"But Alix is quite different.
She is NOT a fool, and Isabel was,--and still is, I maintain. You
have seen this friend of Alix's. Is he attractive?"
"Well," he mused aloud, "unless I am mistaken, he is the sort of
fellow that women fall for without much of an effort. The sort that
can fool women but can't fool men, Mary, if that means anything to
you. Now that I think of it, I believe Webster and that friend of
his are--Well, I'm sure they don't like him. He--"
"Sh! She is coming!"
Alix's quick, light tread was heard in the hall. She came from her
"office" in the wing where the kitchen was situated.
There was a heightened colour in her cheeks and her lovely eyes
were shining.
"Well, that job is done," she cried, tossing two or three letters
on the table. "Don't let me forget them, Mary. I'll post them in
the city. We leave at six o'clock, Addison. I telephoned to town
and asked George Richards to meet us at the Raleigh at a quarter
before seven. I am dreadfully disappointed, Mary, that Mr. Thane
cannot go, but you will like George. Mr. Thane NEVER goes to town.
He was going to break his rule tonight, and now he CAN'T go. Isn't
that always the way?"
"Mary's awfully partial to Georges," said Addison, "so don't you
worry about her. I know I shall have a better time if Thane isn't
in the party. To be perfectly frank with you, I'm jolly well fed
up with Mary,--as we say in London.
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