Sort of a Cinderella look about her now you
mention it. Couldn't you get her to come over and talk to me? I'm
horribly afraid of Mrs. Bullsom. She'll come out of that dress if
she tries to talk, and I know I shall laugh."
"I'm sure I can," Brooks answered, rising with alacrity. "I'll bring
her over in a minute."
Mary had just finished arranging a card-table when Brooks drew her on
one side.
"About that subject!" he began.
"We shall scarcely have time to talk about it now, shall we?" she
answered. "You will be wanted to play cards or something. We shall be
quite content to leave it to you."
"I should like to talk it over with you," he said. "Do tell me when I
may see you."
She sat down, and he stood by her chair. "Really, I don't know," she
answered. "Perhaps I shall be at home when you pay your duty call."
"Come and have some tea at Mellor's with me to-morrow."
She seemed not to hear him. She had caught Mrs. Seventon's eye across
the room, and rose to her feet.
"You have left Mrs. Seventon alone all the evening," she said. "I must
go and talk to her.
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