"It is something that troubles you, I am sure, Ray," said Mona, who was
quick to interpret his every expression.
"Yes, it is--I am free to confess," he admitted, then added: "Come in
here with me--there will not be many people about at this hour--where we
can talk more freely, and I will tell you all about it."
They were passing the Hoffman House at that moment, and the young man led
the way inside the _cafe_.
They proceeded to a table in a quiet corner, where, behind some palms and
tall ferns, they would not be likely to be observed, and then gave an
order for a tempting lunch, the preparation of which would require some
time.
While waiting for it, Ray confided his trouble to Mona.
"My father is really going to marry Mrs. Montague," was the somewhat
abrupt communication which he made with pale lips and troubled brow.
"I have known it for some time, but did not like to speak of it to you,"
Mona quietly replied.
"You have known it for some time?" Ray exclaimed. "For how long, pray?"
"Ever since we were at Hazeldean."
"Impossible! for my father did not make his proposal until after our
return to New York."
"But she certainly told me the night of the ball, when she came up stairs
to retire, that she expected to marry Mr.
Pages:
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86