"Stay a moment, Dick. I have something to tell you."
"Thank you, but I think I can guess."
"Can you?"
"Oh, yes."
"Aren't you just a little bit theatrical, Dick?" Now, as she spoke
she drew out Selwyn's handkerchief and began to tie and untie knots
in it. "Dick," she went on - and now she was tracing out Selwyn's
monogram with her finger - "you tell me you know that Aunt Agatha
has threatened to disinherit me; can you realise what that would
mean to me, I wonder?"
"Only in some small part," I answered bitterly; "but it would be
awful for you, of course - good-bye to society and all the rest of
it - no more ball gowns or hats and things from Paris, and - "
"And bearing all this in mind," she put in, "and knowing me as you
do, perhaps you can make another guess and tell me what I am likely
to do under these circumstances?"
Now, had I been anything but a preposterous ass, my answer would
have been different; but then I was not myself, and I could not
help noticing how tenderly her finger traced out those two letters
F. S., so I laughed rather brutally and answered:
"Follow the instinct of your sex and stick to the Paris hats and
things.
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