"
"Will you drop Marian at the house for me?" Mrs. Carnarvon asked her. "I
want to go on to Edith's."
Segur went with Mrs. Sidney and Marian to their carriage. "Who is Mr.
Howard?" Mrs. Sidney said, and Miss Trevor drew nearer to hear the answer.
"One of the editorial writers down on the paper and a very clever one--none
better. He works hard and is desperately serious and a regular hermit."
"I think he's very handsome--don't you, Marian?"
"I found him interesting," said Miss Trevor.
Howard thought a great deal about Miss Trevor that night, and she was still
in his head the next day. "This comes of never seeing women," he said to
himself. "The first girl I meet seems the most beautiful I ever saw, and
the most intellectual. And, when I think it over, what did she say that was
startling?"
Nevertheless he went with Segur the next Sunday to Mrs. Sidney's great
house in the upper Avenue overlooking the Park.
"Why do I come here?" he asked himself. "It is a sheer waste of time. Mrs.
Sidney can do me no good, or I her. It must be the hope of seeing Miss
Trevor."
When the gaudy and be-powdered flunkey held back the heavy curtains of the
salon to announce him and Segur, he saw Miss Trevor on a low chair absently
staring into the fire.
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