Now, I like Hobart, but I want
to show myself in a receptive mood for advancement when his head falls, as
it certainly will soon."
* * * * * * *
Virginia responded eagerly to Mrs. Mott's suggestion that they call
together on Mrs. Harley at the hotel.
"My dear, you have saved my life. I've been dying of curiosity, and I
haven't been able to find vestige of an excuse to hang my call on. I
couldn't ask Mr. Ridgway to introduce me, could I?"
"No, I don't see that you could," smiled Mrs. Mott, a motherly little woman
with pleasant brown eyes. "I suppose Mr. Ridgway isn't exactly on calling
terms with Mr. Harley's wife, even if he did save her life."
"Oh, Mr. Ridgway isn't the man to let a little thing like a war a
outrance stand in the way of his social duties, especially when those
duties happen to be inclinations, too. I understand he DID call the evening
of their arrival here."
"He didn't!" screamed Mrs. Mott, who happened to possess a voice of the
normal national register. "And what did Mr. Harley say?"
"Ah, that's what one would like to know.
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