"Well enough for her to kiss me good-bye, and beg me to come again."
"I've got to hand it to you, Maggie! You're sure some swell actress--
you've sure got class!" His dark eyes gleamed on her with half a dozen
pleasures: admiration of what she was in herself--admiration of what
she had just achieved--anticipation of results, many results--
anticipation of what she was later to mean to him in a personal way.
"If you can put it over on a swell like Miss Sherwood, you can put it
over on any one!" He exulted. "As soon as we clean up this job in
hand, we'll move on to one big thing after another!"
And then out came the question Maggie had been bracing herself for:
"How about Dick Sherwood? Did he finally come across with that
proposal?"
"No," Maggie answered steadily.
"No? Why not?" exclaimed Barney sharply. "I thought that was all that
was holding him back--waiting for his sister to look you over and
give you her O.K.?"
Maggie had decided that her air of cool, indifferent certainty was the
best manner to use in this situation with Barney. So she shrugged her
white shoulders.
"How can I tell what makes a man do something, and what makes him not
do it?"
"But did he seem any less interested in you than before?" Barney
pursued.
"No," replied Maggie.
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