But Daisy prolonged her interview as much as possible, with the
amiable intention of keeping Patty and Bill apart.
At last Bill said, as they stood on the terrace, "You ought to be
dressing, Daisy. You'll be late for the club dinner party."
"No hurry," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "I can go over
later."
"How?" asked Farnsworth, suddenly interested.
"Oh, Barker will take me over in a runabout."
"But Barker's to take me to the station. You'd better go with the
rest, Daisy."
Something in Bill's tone made Daisy acquiesce, so she said,
shortly, "Oh, very well," and turned toward the house.
She went to her room, and Farnsworth looked about for Patty. She
was nowhere to be seen, and all the first floor rooms were empty
save for a servant here and there. Finally Bill said to a
parlourmaid, "Please go to Miss Fairfield and ask her if she will
come down and see Mr. Farnsworth just a minute."
The maid departed, and a moment later Patty came down. She was all
dressed for the dinner, in a soft, shimmering, pale blue chiffon,
and she wore Bill's wreath in her hair.
"Apple Blossom," he said, softly, and his voice choked in his
throat.
"I've been trying to get you a moment alone all day," he said,
"but I couldn't.
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