Mr. Geoffrey Saxton, in Alaskan tan and New York evening clothes and

Piccadilly poise, was talking to the Eugene Gilsons while Claire

finished dressing for the theater.

Mrs. Gilson observed, "She's the dearest thing. We've become awfully

fond of her. But I don't think she knows what she wants to do with life.

She's rather at loose ends. Who is this Daggett boy--some university

student--whom she seems to like?"

"Well, since you speak of him---- I hadn't meant to, unless you did. I

want to be fair to him. What did she tell you about him?" Jeff asked

confidentially.

"Nothing, except that he's a young engineer, and frightfully brave and

all those uncomfortable virtues, and she met him in Yellowstone Park or

somewhere, and he saved her from a bear--or was it a tramp?--from

something unnecessary, at any rate."

"Eva, I don't want to be supercilious, but the truth is that this young

Daggett is a rather dreadful person. He's been here at the house, hasn't

he? How did he strike you?"

"Not at all. He's silent, and as dull as lukewarm tea, but perfectly

inoffensive."

"Then he's cleverer than I thought! Daggett is anything but dull and

inoffensive, and if he can play that estimable rôle----! It seems that

he is the son of some common workman in the Middlewest; he isn't an

engineer at all; he's really a chauffeur or a taxi-driver or something;

and he ran into Claire and Henry B. on the road, and somehow insinuated

himself into their graces--far from being silent and commonplace, he

appears to have some strange kind of charm which," Jeff sighed, "I don't

understand at all. I simply don't understand it!

"I met him in Montana with the most gorgeously atrocious person I've

ever encountered--one Pinky Westlake, or some such a name--positively, a

crook! He tried to get Boltwood and myself interested in the commonest

kind of a mining swindle--hinted that we were to join him in cheating

the public. And this Daggett was his partner--they actually traveled

together. But I do want to be just. I'm not sure that Daggett was

aware of his partner's dishonesty. That isn't what worries me about the

lad. It's his utter impossibility. He's as crude as iron-ore. When he's

being careful, he may manage to be inconspicuous, but give him the

chance---"Really, I'm not exaggerating when I say that at thirty-five he'll be

dining in his shirt-sleeves, and sitting down to read the paper with his

shoes off and feet up on the table. But Claire--you know what a dear

Quixotic soul she is--she fancies that because this fellow repaired a

puncture or something of the sort for her on the road, she's indebted

to him, and the worse he is, the more she feels that she must help him.

And affairs of that kind---- Oh, it's quite too horrible, but there have

been cases, you know, where girls as splendid and fine and well-bred as

Claire herself have been trapped into low marriages by their loyalty to

cadging adventurers!"




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