"
"Oh, you do, do you? And, pray, what right have you to say HOW I
shall speak of her?"
"The right that any man has, to take the part of one who is
absent."
"You'd like to have more rights than that, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe I would, but I'm not confiding in you."
"You don't have to. Yours is an open secret. Everybody can see
you're perfectly gone on that little pink and white thing!"
"That will do, Daisy; don't say another word of that sort!" and
Bill's voice was so stern and tense that Daisy stopped, a little
frightened at his demeanour.
What he might have said further, she never knew, for just then Guy
Martin and Lora Sayre came strolling into the room.
"Hello, people!" said Guy. "Where's everybody that belongs to this
chateau? We've come through myriads of empty rooms, but at last we
find the gems of the collection."
"Why, Miss Dow," exclaimed Lora, looking at Daisy's gown, "is this
a DINNER party?"
Daisy laughed, and explained, rather pleased than otherwise to be
the sole narrator of the interesting tale. Needless to say, she
and Bill Farnsworth figured as the principal actors in her
dramatic version of the motor adventure, and, naturally, Bill
could not contradict her.
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