"Isn't that rather a good definition for a blizzard--a greatly exaggerated storm?""You don't look the worse for wear--not the wreck I expected to behold.""Ah, you should have seen me before I saw you.""Thank you.I have no doubt you find the sight of my dear face as refreshing as your favorite cocktail.I suppose that is why it has taken youthree days after your return to reach me and then by special request.""A pleasure delayed is twice a pleasure anticipation and realization."Miss Balfour made a different application of his text, her eyes trained on him with apparent indifference."I've been enjoying a delayed pleasure myself.I went to see her this afternoon."He did not ask whom, but his eyes brightened."She's worth a good deal of seeing, don't you think?""Oh, I'm in love with her, but it doesn't follow you ought to be." "Am I?"--he smiled.
"You are either in love or else you ought to be ashamed of yourself." "An interesting thing about you is your point of view.Now, anybodyelse would tell me I ought to be ashamed if I am in love.""I'm not worried about your morals," she scoffed."It's that poor child I'm thinking of.""I think of her a good deal, too."
"Ah! and does she think of you a good deal That's what we must guard against.""Is it?"
"Yes.You see I'm her confidante." She told it him with sparkling eyes, for the piquancy of it amused her.Not every engaged young woman can hear her lover's praises sung by the woman whose life he has saved with the proper amount of romance.
"Really?"
She nodded, laughing at him."I didn't get a chance to tell her about me.""I suppose not."
"I think I'll tell her about you, though--just what a ruthless barbarian you are."His eyes gleamed "I wish you would.I'd like to find out whether she would believe you.I have tried to tell her myself, but the honest truth is, I funk it.""You haven't any right to let her know you are interested in her." She interrupted him before he could speak."Don't trifle with her, Waring.She's not like other girls."He met her look gravely."I wouldn't trifle with her for any reason." Her quick rejoinder overlapped his sentence."Then you love her!" "Is that an alternative?""With you--yes."
"Faith, my lady, you're frank!"
"I'm not mealy-mouthed.You don't think yourself scrupulous, do you?""I'm afraid I am not."
"I don't mind so much your being in love with HER, though it's not flattering to my vanity, but --" She stopped, letting him make the inference.
"Do you think that likely?" he asked, the color flushing his face.
He wondered how much Aline had told this confidante.Certain specific things he knew she had not revealed, but had she let her guess the situation between them?
She compromised with her conscience."I don't know.She is romantic--and Simon Harley isn't a very fertile field for romance, I suppose." "You would imply ""Oh, you have points, and nobody knows them better than Waring Ridgway," she told him jauntily."But you needn't play that role to the address of Aline Harley.Try ME.I'm immune to romance.Besides, I'm engaged to you," she added, laughing at the inconsequence the fact seemed to have for both of them.
"I'm afraid I can't help the situation, for if I've been playing a part, it has been an unconscious one.""That's the worst of it.When you star as Waring Ridgway you are most dangerous.What I want is total abstinence.""You'd rather I didn't see her at all?"
Virginia dimpled, a gleam of reminiscent laughter in her eyes."When I was in Denver last month a Mrs.Smythe--it was Smith before her husband struck it rich last year--sent out cards for a bridge afternoon.A Mrs.Mahoney had just come to the metropolis from the wilds of Cripple Creek.Her husband had struck a gold-mine, too, and Mr.Smythe was under obligations to him.Anyhow, she was a stranger, and Mrs.Smythe took herin.It was Mrs.Mahoney's introduction to bridge, and she did not know she was playing for keeps.When the afternoon was over, Mrs.Smythe hovered about her with the sweetest sympathy.'So sorry you had such a horrid run of cards, dear.Better luck next time.' It took Mrs.Mahoney some time to understand that her social afternoon had cost one hundred and twenty dollars, but next day her husband sent a check for one hundred and twenty-two dollars to Mrs.Smythe.The extra two dollars were for the refreshments, he naively explained, adding that since his wife was so poor a gambler as hardly to be able to keep professionals interested, he would not feel offended if Mrs.Smythe omitted her in future from her social functions."Ridgway took it with a smile."Simon Harley brought his one hundred and twenty-two dollars in person.""He didn't! When?"
"This morning.He proposed benevolent assimilation as a solution of our troubles.""Just how?"
"He offered to consolidate all the copper interests of the country and put me at the head of the resulting combine.""If you wouldn't play bridge with Mrs.Harley?" "Exactly.""And you "
"Declined to pledge myself."
She clapped her hands softly."Well done, Waring Ridgway! There are times when you are magnificent, when I could put you on a pedestal, you great big, unafraid man.But you mustn't play with her, just the same.""Why mustn't I?" "For her sake."
He frowned past her into space, his tight-shut jaw standing out saliently."You're right, Virginia.I've been thinking so myself.I'll keep off the grass," he said, at last.
"You're a good fellow," slipped out impulsively.
"Well, I know where there's another," he said."I ought to think myself a lucky dog."Virginia lifted quizzical eyebrows."Ought to! That tastes of duty.Don't let it come to that.We'll take it off if you like." She touched the solitaire he had given her.
"Ah, but I don't like"--he smiled.
