Lordy! I mout hev won a pair o' gloves, but I
reckoned you were Loo's game, and not mine."
The slightly constrained laugh which went round the table after Miss
Minty's speech was due quite as much to the faint flush that had
accented Mainwaring's own smile as to the embarrassing remark itself.
Mrs. Bradley and Miss Macy exchanged rapid glances. Bradley, who alone
retained his composure, with a slight flicker of amusement in the corner
of his eye and nostril, said quickly: "You see, Mainwaring, how nature
stands ready to help your convalescence at every turn. If Miss Minty
had only followed up her healing opportunity, your cure would have been
complete."
"Ye mout hev left some o' that pretty talk for HIM to say," said Minty,
taking up her knife and fork with a slight shrug, "and you needn't call
me MISS Minty either, jest because there's kempeny present."
"I hope you won't look upon me as company, Minty, or I shall be obliged
to call you 'Miss' too," said Mainwaring, unexpectedly regaining his
usual frankness.
Bradley's face brightened; Miss Minty raised her black eyes from her
plate with still broader appreciation.
"There's nothin' mean about that," she said, showing her white teeth.
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