"It's
done, and can't be undone. I was a fool to let it affect me like
that. I really thought I had lost all feeling about it, but the
sight of that girl--the knowledge that she had done it--brought
it all back to me. Well, you understand, don't you?"
"We understand," Garson said, grimly. But there was more than
grimness, infinitely more, in the expression of his clear,
glowing eyes.
Aggie thought that it was her turn to voice herself, which she
did without undue restraint.
"Perhaps, we do, but I dunno! I'll tell you one thing, though.
If any dame sent me up for three years and then wanted money from
me, do you think she'd get it? Wake me up any time in the night
and ask me. Not much--not a little bit much! I'd hang on to it
like an old woman to her last tooth." And that was Aggie's final
summing up of her impressions concerning the scene she had just
witnessed.
CHAPTER XII. A BRIDEGROOM SPURNED.
After Aggie's vigorous comment there followed a long silence.
That volatile young person, little troubled as she was by
sensitiveness, guessed the fact that just now further discussion
of the event would be distasteful to Mary, and so she betook
herself discreetly to a cigarette and the illustrations of a
popular magazine devoted to the stage.
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