That's what Smith is, and you shall soon be quit of him."
He had already taken a step towards the house, and Warner was about
to follow him, when the glass doors were opened again and Diana Duke
came out with more than her usual quickness across the lawn.
Her face was aquiver with worry and excitement, and her dark earnest
eyes fixed only on the other girl.
"Rosamund," she cried in despair, "what shall I do with her?"
"With her?" cried Miss Hunt, with a violent jump. "O lord,
he isn't a woman too, is he?"
"No, no, no," said Dr. Pym soothingly, as if in common fairness.
"A woman? no, really, he is not so bad as that."
"I mean your friend Mary Gray," retorted Diana with equal tartness.
"What on earth am I to do with her?"
"How can we tell her about Smith, you mean," answered Rosamund, her face
at once clouded and softening. "Yes, it will be pretty painful."
"But I HAVE told her," exploded Diana, with more than her
congenital exasperation. "I have told her, and she doesn't seem to mind.
She still says she's going away with Smith in that cab."
"But it's impossible!" ejaculated Rosamund. "Why, Mary is
really religious. She--"
She stopped in time to realize that Mary Gray was comparatively
close to her on the lawn.
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