Engagements make it difficult for me to leave at present. I hope
you will not find this impertinent from an older woman, threatened very
much as you in her affections by an impossible calamity--"
The signature, Savina Grove, had the crispness of a name often attached
to opinions and papers of authority.
"That's rather cool," he agreed.
"Cool! The woman's demented. No, I suppose she thinks I am an honest
wronged woman or something objectionable of the sort. I was going to
throw it away when I kept it to amuse you."
"It does, Claire; and I'm glad to see it; impertinent as she admits it
may be, you must consider. As Mrs. Grove writes, you are both caught."
"If you think I'll go see her you are madder still."
"I realize you won't; but worse things could happen. It's the only
possible approach to Mina Raff; I had a chance to try Peyton, but it
did no good. It seems to me this Mina ought to have some
understanding."
Claire Morris said: "You can do it."
He reflected. "Well, perhaps; I'm your uncle; there are no brothers,
and what other family you have is away. It might be useful. Anyhow, she
would hear a thing or two about you from me."
"Seriously, Lee, you'd only get angry: I can see Mrs. Grove as though
she were in the room--the utmost New York self-satisfaction. And I
won't have you discussing my affairs."
"Absurd. A thousand people will be talking about them soon if this
isn't managed.
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