. . . And, by
the way, that Gladys girl is more of a woman than you'd believe. I
observe that Gerald wears that peculiarly speak-easy-please expression
which is a healthy sign that he's being managed right from the
beginning."
"I had an idea she was all right," said Selwyn, smiling.
"Well, she is. People will probably say that she 'made' Gerald.
However," added Austin modestly, "I shall never deny it--though you know
what part I've had in the making and breaking of him, don't you?"
"Yes," replied Selwyn, without a smile.
Austin went to the telephone and called up his house at Silverside,
saying that he'd be down that evening with a guest.
Nina got the message just as she had arranged her tables; but woman is
born to sorrow and heiress to all the unlooked-for idiocies of man.
"Dear," she said to Eileen, the tears of uxorial vexation drying unshed
in her pretty eyes, "Austin has thought fit to seize upon this moment to
bring a man down to dinner. So if you are dressed would you kindly see
that the tables are rearranged, and then telephone somebody to fill
in--two girls, you know.
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