"I haven't found her the least
bit out of the way; and she thinks a lot of you."
"Bosh," Fanny said inattentively; "I know what she thinks of me. I am
surprised, Lee, that you do so well, because really you are nothing but
an impressionable old fool." She touched him affectionately on the
cheek, "But I can take care of you and Anette too."
He didn't in the slightest wish to be taken care of in the manner she
indicated; yet there was nothing he could answer; and, at the sound of
a motor on the drive, he turned toward the entrance at the back. It was
the Lucians; and as he greeted them the whole small company swept into
the house. Claire, with her narrow dark vivid face, wore diagonals of
black and grey, with a long trailing girdle of soft blues and pinks.
She came up at once to Lee and kissed him with a warm friendliness.
"Have you seen Mina Raff?" she asked; "she's wonderful."
As Claire spoke Lee Randon saw the woman who was becoming such a noted
personality. She was slim, neither tall nor short--Peyton Morris was
removing a voluminous white cloak with dull red stripes and a high
collar of fox. He had been wrong in his remembrance of her, for her
loveliness was beyond challenge. Yes, a wistful April moon described
her very well: Mina Raff was ashen blonde, her face was a very pure
oval, and her large eyes, the delicate slightly drooping mouth, held an
expression of devastating sweetness.
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