He
really was a nice boy--Dick.
As she shot up the elevator, she thought of a hitherto forgotten
element of that afternoon's bewildering situation. Barney Palmer! And
Barney was, she knew, now up in her sitting-room, impatiently waiting
for her report of what he had good reason to believe would prove a
successful experience. If she told the truth--that Dick had proposed,
just as they had planned for him to do--and she had refused him--why,
Barney--!
She seemed caught on every side!
Maggie got into her suite by way of her bedroom. She wanted time to
gather her wits for meeting Barney. When Miss Grierson told her that
her cousin was still waiting to take her to dinner, she requested her
companion to inform Barney that she would be in as soon as she had
dressed. She wasted all the time she legitimately could in changing
into a dinner-gown, and when at length she stepped into her sitting-
room she was to Barney's eye the same cool Maggie as always.
Barney rose as she entered. He was in smart dinner jacket; these days
Barney was wearing the smartest of everything that money could secure.
There was a shadow of impatience on his face, but it was instantly
dissipated by Maggie's self-composed, direct-eyed beauty.
"How'd you come out with Miss Sherwood?" he whispered eagerly.
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