"Really--I--I don't know anything about all this. It--it doesn't
concern me. Please--go."
Florrie had broken down completely and was weeping softly into a
lace handkerchief.
She moved toward the door. Elaine followed her.
"Jennings--please see the lady to the door."
Back in the drawing room, Elaine almost seized the photographs and
hurried into the library where she could be alone. There she stood
gazing at them--doubt, wonder, and fear battling on her plastic
features.
Just then she heard the bell and Jennings in the hall.
She shoved the photographs away from her on the table.
It was Kennedy himself, close upon the announcement of the butler.
He was in a particularly joyous and happy mood, for he had stopped
at Martin's.
"How are you this afternoon?" he greeted Elaine gaily.
Elaine had been too overcome by what had just happened to throw it
off so easily, and received him with a quickly studied coolness.
Still, Craig, man-like, did not notice it at once. In fact he was
too busy gazing about to see that neither Jennings, Marie, nor the
duenna Aunt Josephine were visible. They were not and he quickly
took the ring from his pocket. Without waiting, he showed it to
Elaine. In fact, so sure had he been that everything was plain
sailing, that he seemed to take it almost for granted.
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