"I don't know. She is romantic--and
Simon Harley isn't a very fertile field for romance, I suppose."
"You would imply "
"Oh, you have points, and nobody knows them better than Waring Ridgway,"
she told him jauntily. "But you needn't play that role to the address of
Aline Harley. Try ME. I'm immune to romance. Besides, I'm engaged to you,"
she added, laughing at the inconsequence the fact seemed to have for both
of them.
"I'm afraid I can't help the situation, for if I've been playing a part, it
has been an unconscious one."
"That's the worst of it. When you star as Waring Ridgway you are most
dangerous. What I want is total abstinence."
"You'd rather I didn't see her at all?"
Virginia dimpled, a gleam of reminiscent laughter in her eyes. "When I was
in Denver last month a Mrs. Smythe--it was Smith before her husband struck
it rich last year--sent out cards for a bridge afternoon. A Mrs. Mahoney
had just come to the metropolis from the wilds of Cripple Creek. Her
husband had struck a gold-mine, too, and Mr. Smythe was under obligations
to him.
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