You'll look just perfectly swell, Lily Rose. And she's going
to give you a pair of white gloves that she had when she was slim-like."
The little renunciator went home feeling amply rewarded by the look of
shining content in the blue eyes of Lily Rose.
* * * * *
The next night Colette in accordance with her promise to Amarilly
summoned John to council. It was not easy to bridge the distance which
had been steadily increasing with the months that had rolled by since
the surplice denouement, and Colette, formerly supreme in her sway, was
perceptibly timid in making the advance. After writing and tearing up
several notes she called him up by telephone and asked him in a
consciously casual tone if he could find it convenient to call that
evening with reference to a little matter pertaining to their mutual
charge, the Jenkinses.
The grave voice in which he accepted the invitation was tinged with
pleasure.
When he came Colette, fearful lest he should misinterpret her action in
making this overture, plunged at once into the subject.
"I promised Amarilly I would see you and ask you for something in her
friends' behalf."
"Then it is to Amarilly I am indebted for this call," he remarked
whimsically.
"It's about the Boarder," she continued, gaining ease at the softening
of his brown eyes. "You know he is to be married to Lily Rose, the girl
we saw at the organ recital where Bud made his debut.
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