Instead of coming to New York, Danvers went off to Montana for a
mountain-lion hunt with two Englishmen who had been staying with him in
"The Valley." He would join Marian for the trip South, the engagement would
be announced, and the wedding would be in May--such was the arrangement
which Marian succeeded in making. It settled everything and at the same
time it gave her a month of freedom in New York. She hinted enough of this
programme to Howard to enable him to grasp its essential points.
"A month's holiday," was his comment. They were alone on the second seat of
George Browning's coach, driving through the Park. "If we were like those
people"--he was looking at a young man and young woman, side by side upon a
Park bench, blue with cold but absorbed in themselves and obviously
ecstatic. Marian glanced at them with slightly supercilious amusement and
became so interested that she turned her head to follow them with her eyes
after the coach had passed.
"Is he kissing her?" asked Howard.
"No--not yet. But I'm sure he will as soon as we have turned the corner."
She said nothing for a moment or two, her glance straight ahead and upon
vacancy, he admiring the curve of her cheek at the edge of its effective
framing of fur.
"But we are not----" She spoke in a low tone, regretful, pensive, almost
sad.
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