"Bab, I am green with
envy. When I think of the way he looked at you, and the tones of
his voice when he made love to that--that creature, I am
posatively _shaken_."
We sat in somber silence. Then she said:
"I darsay he detests the Heroine, doesn't he?"
"He tolarates her," I said, with a shrug.
More silense. I rang for Hannah to bring some ice water. We
were in my _boudoir_.
"I saw him yesterday," said Jane, when Hannah had gone.
"Jane!"
"In the park. He was with the woman that plays the
Adventuress. Ugly old thing."
I drew a long breath of relief. For I knew that the
Adventuress was at least thirty and perhaps more. Besides being
both wicked and cruel, and not at all femanine.
Hannah brought the ice-water and then came in the most
madening way and put her hand on my Forehead.
"I've done nothing but bring you ice-water for to days,"
she said. "Your head's hot. I think you need a musterd foot bath
and to go to bed."
"Hannah," Jane said, in her loftyest fashion, "Miss Barbara
is woried, not ill. And please close the door when you go out.
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