And the lines of his face were firmer, better in every
way. It seemed, indeed, that here was some one of a resolute
character, not to be wasted on the trivial and gross things. In
an instant, he had gone to her, had caught her in his arms with,
"Hello, dear!" smothered in the kiss he implanted on her lips.
Mary strove vainly to free herself.
"Don't, oh, don't!" she gasped.
Dick Gilder released his wife from his arms and smiled the
beatific smile of the newly-wed.
"Why not?" he demanded, with a smile, a smile calm, triumphant,
masterful.
"Agnes!" ... It was the sole pretext to which Mary could turn for
a momentary relief.
The bridegroom faced about, and perceived Agnes, who stood
closely watching the meeting between husband and wife. He made
an excellent formal bow of the sort that one learns only abroad,
and spoke quietly.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Lynch, but"--a smile of perfect
happiness shone on his face--"you could hardly expect me to see
any one but Mary under the circumstances. Could you?"
Aggie strove to rise to this emergency, and again took on her
best manner, speaking rather coldly.
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