"You make it sound as though I were over here on an errand of my own,"
he protested cheerfully; "I'd rather be in Eastlake."
Helena, she told him, had been bad again; there was a recognized
opinion between them that, while Gregory was like his mother, Helena
surprisingly resembled Lee Randon. "Well, don't be too severe," he
said. Someone had to be, the reply came, faint and indistinct. "Is
there anything else?" he asked. Of course, how stupid, she was keeping
him; the sound was now open and colored with self-reproach. She was so
sorry. "Damn!" Lee exclaimed, leaving the telephone with the feeling
that Fanny had repelled his affection. Women were beyond him.
In this mood he was unprepared for the appearance of Mina Raff,
immediately after his name was sent up to her rooms, on the minute
arranged. What, next, about her occurred to him was the evidence of her
weariness. A short and extremely romantic veil hung from the close brim
of her hat--with her head bent forward she gazed at him seriously
through the ornamental filaments; her chin raised, the intent regard of
her celebrated eyes was unhampered. She didn't care where they went,
she replied to his question, except that she preferred a quiet place,
where they could talk.
The St. Regis, he thought, would best answer this requirement; and he
had started toward the taxi-cab stand when she informed him that she
had kept her car.
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