During dinner Milt watched Jeff Saxton's manner and manners. The hot day

had turned into a cold night. Jeff tucked the knitted robe about

Claire's shoulders, when she returned to the fire. He moved quietly and

easily. He kept poking up the fire, smiling at Claire as he did so. He

seemed without difficulty to maintain two conversations: one with Mr.

Boltwood about finances, one with Claire about mysterious persons called

Fannie and Alden and Chub and Bobbie and Dot, the mention of whom made

Milt realize how much a stranger he was. Once, as he passed by Claire,

Jeff said gently, "You are lovely!" Only that, and he did not look at

her. But Milt saw that Claire flushed, and her eyes dimmed.

Pinky was silent till he had eaten about two-thirds of the total amount

of fried eggs, cold lamb and ice-box curios. When Claire came over to

see how they fared, Pinky removed himself, with smirking humility, and

firmly joined himself to Jeff and Mr. Boltwood. He caught the subject of

finance and, while Claire dropped down in the chair by Milt, Pinky was

lecturing the two men from New York: "Ah, finance! Queen of the sociological pantheon! I don't know how come

I am so graced by Fortune as to have encountered in these wilds two

gentlemen so obviously versed in the stratagems of the great golden

game, but I will take the opportunity to give you gentlemen some

statistics about the gold-deposits still existent in the Cascades and

other ranges that may be of benefit and certainly will be a surprise to

you. It happens that I have at the present time a mine----"

Claire was whispering to Milt, "If we can get rid of your dreadful

passenger, I do want you to meet Mr. Saxton. He may be of use to you

some day. He's terribly capable, and really quite nice. Think! He

happened to be out here, and he traced me by telephone--oh, he treats

long-distance 'phoning as I do a hair-pin. He brought down the duckiest

presents--divertissements for dinner, and that knitted robe, and some

real René Bleuzet perfume--I was all out of it---- And after the grime

of the road----"

"Do you really care for things like that, all those awfully expensive

luxuries?" begged Milt.

"Of course I do. Especially after small hotels."

"Then you don't really like adventuring?"

"Oh yes--in its place! For one thing, it makes a clever dinner seem so

good by contrast!"

"Well---- Afraid I don't know much about clever dinners," Milt was

sighing, when he was aware of Jeff Saxton looming down on him,

demanding: "Daggett, would you mind trying to inform your friend that neither Mr.

Boltwood nor I care to invest in his gold-mine? We can't seem to get

that into his head. I don't mind being annoyed myself, but I really feel

I must protect Mr. Boltwood."




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024