"
"Lovable, certainly. We know that," remarked Sardonyx, with a grim
smile.
"And I adhere to my former opinion," said Dr. Oleander, with consummate
coolness--"that Miss Mollie is playing tricks on her friends, to try
their affection. We know what a tricksy sprite she is. Believe me, both
absences were practical jokes. She has disappeared of her own free will.
It was very well in the Dark Ages--this abducting young ladies and
carrying them off to castle-keeps--but it won't do in New York, in the
present year of grace."
"My opinion precisely, Guy," chimed in his fair cousin. "Mollie likes to
create sensations. Her first absence set the avenue on the _qui vive_
and made her a heroine, so she is resolved to try it again. If people
would be guided by me," glancing significantly at her husband, "they
would cease to worry themselves about her, and let her return at her own
good pleasure, as she went."
"Yes, Mr. Walraven," said Dr. Oleander, flushed and triumphant, "Blanche
is right. It is useless to trouble yourself so much about it. Of her own
accord she will come back, and you may safely swear of her own accord
she went.
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