His Other Wife: A Novel — page 393: what you’re looking at

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A MEETING. 386 ‘“Come, now, Miss Hilary, don’t put on airs; you know guite well that you've made an outright capture of the Hon. George Montfort—stolen incontinently from me. I'll bet anything’on earth it is the Hon. George!” Miss Godfrey assumed a severe tone in alleging this charge against her lovely young guest, but her pretty dimpled face did not corroborate the indignation of her tone. ‘‘What nonsense, Leila! The Hon. George wouldn't know me again, unless, perhaps, he should meet me with you.” ‘That's all very nice for you to say, but I guess I know who he danced with three several times at the Chiltons’ party last week, and whose cloak he so tenderly folded round somebody's shoulders, and the longing, lingering look of his eyes in ‘the last good-night.’ I’ve been look- ing for this sequel to that evening every day since. Oh, my prophetic soul! My uncle! George!” The witticism was not, in fact, very pungent, but it pro- voked a silvery shower of laughter from three sweet young throats, and, quite overcome with embarrassment at the idea of being individually summoned to the parlor to receive a visit from the Hon. George Montfort, lieutenant- governor of the province, Faith rose from the low rocking- chair. | ‘Is my hair all right?” she asked, timidly, of Leila, whose bright eyes wore no envious glance, as she swept them from head to foot over the little nymph-like figure of her friend. Comichoo Ss iGO