"Anywhere but here," she repeated gaily. "Oh, won't that be
nice--for him? Oh, yes! Oh, quite so! Oh, yes, indeed--quite
so--so!"
Garson, however, was still patient in his determination to
apprehend just what had come to pass.
"Does he understand the arrangement?" was his question.
"No, not yet," Mary admitted, without sign of embarrassment.
"Well," Aggie said, with another giggle, "when you do get around
to tell him, break it to him gently."
Garson was intently considering another phase of the situation,
one suggested perhaps out of his own deeper sentiments.
"He must think a lot of you!" he said, gravely. "Don't he?"
For the first time, Mary was moved to the display of a slight
confusion. She hesitated a little before her answer, and when
she spoke it was in a lower key, a little more slowly.
"I--I suppose so."
Aggie presented the truth more subtly than could have been
expected from her.
"Think a lot of you? Of course he does! Thinks enough to marry
you! And believe me, kid, when a man thinks enough of you to
marry you, well, that's some thinking!"
Somehow, the crude expression of this professional adventuress
penetrated to Mary's conscience, though it held in it the truth
to which her conscience bore witness, to which she had tried to
shut her ears.
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