As he turned back, he saw the pretty figure of Louise Macy
leaning against the doorway. How graceful and refined she looked in that
simple morning dress! What wonder that she was admired by Greyson, by
Johnson, and by that Spaniard!--no, by Jove, it was SHE that wanted to
marry him!
"What have you sent away Mr. Richardson for?" asked the young girl, with
a half-reproachful, half-mischievous look in her bright eyes.
"I packed him off because I thought it was a little too hard on you and
Mrs. Bradley to entertain him without help."
"But as he was OUR guest, you might have left that to us," said Miss
Macy.
"By Jove! I never thought of that," said Mainwaring, coloring in
consternation. "Pray forgive me, Miss Macy--but you see I knew the man,
and could say it, and you couldn't."
"Well, I forgive you, for you look really so cut up," said Louise,
laughing. "But I don't know what Jenny will say of your disposing of her
conquest so summarily." She stopped and regarded him more attentively.
"Has he brought you any bad news? if so, it's a pity you didn't send him
away before. He's quite spoiling our cure."
Mainwaring thought bitterly that he had. "But it's a cure for all that,
Miss Macy," he said, with an attempt at cheerfulness, "and being a cure,
you see, there's no longer an excuse for my staying here.
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