The time was not far
distant when he had felt never so much at home as in these togs;
but now they were hot and uncomfortable--and how they accentuated
his coat of tan!
There was a somewhat formal dinner in the Cortlandts' new home, at
which there were a dozen guests; so Kirk had no opportunity of
speaking with his hostess until they had reached the theatre,
where he found himself seated immediately behind her.
"I've scarcely seen you lately," she said, at the first
opportunity. "You're a very neglectful young man."
"I knew you were getting settled in your house, and we've been
tremendously busy at the office."
"I began to think you were avoiding us."
"You must know better than that."
She regarded him shrewdly over her shoulder. "You're not still
thinking of--that night at Taboga? You haven't seemed the same
since."
He blushed, and nodded frankly. "I can't help thinking about it.
You were mighty nice to overlook a break like that, but--"
Unconsciously his eyes shifted to Cortlandt, who was conversing
politely with a giggly old lady from Gatun.
She tapped his cheek lightly with her fan. "Just to show you how
forgiving I am, I am going to ask you to go riding with me. The
late afternoons are lovely now, and I've found a good horse for
you.
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