FLAMING YOUTH “Yes; I know.
James has written me.
329 You make life
bearable for him. It’s rather wonderful of you, Pat.” “I like to go there,” she said in disclaimer of his praise. “Will you come with me?” “Yes;if I may.”
For two squares that was his only remark. Pat grew restless. “You’re not too conversational,” she complained. “I was thinking,” he said quietly; “how very lovely you’ve grown.” | “Have
I, Cary?”
The soft echo of the old, throaty
crow was in her voice. “I ought to be a ruin. troubles enough.” “Troubles? You? Haven’t you been well?”
T’ve had
‘“D’you think that’s the only kind of trouble a girl can have? There are others! I came near having the worst of ’em four months ago.” “Why then?” “Date of my wedding,” said Pat briefly, with intent to create a sensation. She failed. “Yes;
I heard you were
to have been married,”
he
remarked calmly. “And the rest of it?” “That you broke off your engagement? Yes.” “Who told your” “T found a letter when the ship docked. From James.” Pat’s eyes snapped with suspicion. “Did Jimmie write you to come back here? From Europe, I mean.” “He cabled.” “Jimmie’s a Never mind what he is. Pll tell him to his face, when we get there.” But when they got there T. Jameson James, it seemed,
was not feeling very brisk.
Well enough to have them
come up to his room; oh, yes, that; and warmly glad to see Scott again. After a few moments’ talk, however, he
