"We need one more man."
"I'm waiting for Mrs. Carnarvon and Marian," he explained.
"Oh, of course." Mrs. Fortescue smiled. "What a nice girl she is--so
clever, so--so independent. I admired her immensely for deciding to marry
that poor, obscure young fellow. I like to see the young people romantic."
Danvers flushed angrily and pulled at his mustache. He tried to smile.
"We've teased her about it a good deal," he said, "but she denies it."
"I suppose they aren't ready to announce the engagement yet," Mrs.
Fortescue suggested. "I suppose they are waiting until he betters his
position a little. It's never a good idea to have too long a time between
the announcement and the marriage."
"Perhaps that is it." Danvers tried to look indifferent but his eyes were
sullen with jealousy.
"I always rather thought that you and Marian were going to make a match of
it," continued Mrs. Fortescue. Just then her daughter came down the walk.
She was fashionably dressed in white and blue that brought out all the
loveliness of her golden hair and violet eyes and faintly-coloured, smooth
fair skin. Danvers had not seen her since she "came out," and was dazzled
by her radiance.
They say that every man must be a little in love with every pretty woman he
sees.
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