right or by wrong, he would win the bewitching woman for his wife.
CHAPTER IV
“WHAT do you think of the evening, Aunt Ruth?” Ethel was in her aunt’s room, comfortably wrapped in a pink kimono, when she asked this question.
“What do you think of it, Ethel?”
“I am not sure.”
“The dinner was well served.”
“Yes. Who was the little dark man you talked with, aunt?”
“He was a Mr. Marriot, a banker, and a friend of Bryce Denning’s. He is a fresh addition to society, I think. He had the word ‘gold’ always on his lips; and he believes in it as good men believe in God. The general conversation annoyed him; he could not understand men being entertained by it.”
“They were, though, for once Jamie Sayer forgot to talk about his pictures.”
“Is that the name of your escort?”
“Yes.”
“And is he an artist?”
“A second-rate one. He is painting Dora’s picture, and is a great favorite of Mrs. Denning’s.”
“A strange, wild-looking man. When I saw him first he was lying, dislocated, over his ottoman rather than sitting on it.”
“Oh, that is a part of his affectations. He is really a childish, self-conscious creature, with a very decided dash of vulgarity. He only tries to look strange and wild, and he would be delighted if he knew you had thought him so.”
“I was glad to see Claudine Jeffrys. How slim and graceful she is! And, pray, who is that Miss Ullman?”
“A very rich woman.
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