Manchurian Books

Old Hal has
been looking down his nose long enough. When's your first
party?"
"Tomorrow night," I gasped out.
"Very well. Tomorrow night it is. It's the Adams's, isn't
it, at the Club?"
I could only nod. I was beyond speaking. I saw it all
clearly. I had been wicked in decieving my dear Familey and now
I was to pay the Penalty. He would know at once that I had made
him up, or rather he did not know me and therefore could not
possibly be in Love with me. And what then?
"But look here," he said, "if I take him there as
Valentine, the Familey will be on, you know. We'd better call
him something else. Got any choice as to a name?"
"Carter" I said franticaly. "I think I'd better tell you.
I----"
"How about calling him Grosvenor?". he babbled on.
"Grosvenor's a good name. Ted Grosvenor--that ought to hit them
between the eyes. It's going to be rather a lark, Miss Bab!"
And of course just then mother came in, and the Brooks
idiot went in and poured her a cup of tea, with his little
finger stuck out at a right angel, and every time he had a
chance he winked at me.


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