Part 68 (2/2)

”Yes--with Jimmy.” She held out her hand to Lord James, who clasped it fondly.

Blake caught the glance that pa.s.sed between them. His face darkened.

”Her?” he muttered. ”Didn't think you were the kind to play fast and loose, Jimmy!”

”Tom! You can't believe that of me!” protested the Englishman.

”Couldn't explain matters out there among all your men, y' know, but Genevieve insisted upon terminating our engagement the very morning after. I had said nothing. She had already seen her mistake.”

”Mistake?” queried Blake.

”You men are so silly,” criticised Dolores, with a mischievous glance toward the stove. ”You ought to 've known she loved you, all the time.

Of course you won't believe it till she herself tells you.”

Blake looked about the room. Genevieve was close behind the stove. He shook his head and muttered despondently: ”Till she tells me!”

”Did you ever play puss-in-the-corner?” asked Dolores.

”You witch!” exclaimed Lord James. To divert her attention, he drew her to him and slipped a ring on her slender finger. ”Ha! Caught you napping! It's on--fast!” She gave him an adorable look. ”If it's ever taken off, you'll have to do it.”

”That shall be--never!” he replied. Drawing her arm through his, he led her toward the door. ”We're on our way, Tom. See you later at the car, I daresay. Must go now to break the news to 'Mamma.'”

”Won't she be surprised!” exulted Dolores. ”It's such a joke that you and Genevieve didn't tell her! She's so sure of her methods--so sure.

She'll find there are others who have methods, won't she, Lord Avondale?”

”Most charming methods!” agreed Lord James.

”S'long, Jimmy!” said Blake, gripping the other's carelessly offered hand. ”Here's congratulations and good luck to you! Tell her--tell the others good-bye for me. I'll not come to the car. Tell 'em I'm too--too busy.”

”Right-o! But we'll look to see you in town before a great while,”

replied Lord James, and he hurried Dolores out through the vestibule.

From the verandah the girl's clear voice sounded through the closed doors, free and merry, almost mocking.

CHAPTER x.x.xVI

THE OUTCOME

Blake stood where the lovers had left him. Their sudden and seemingly indifferent leave-taking had added its quota of depression to his already sinking spirit. When he had come ash.o.r.e and had been intercepted by Mr. Leslie he already had begun to feel the reaction from the strain and excitement of those interminable minutes and hours on the bridge--the frightful responsibility of keeping all those hundreds of men out on the gigantic structure, which at any second might have crashed down with them to certain destruction.

Now even the remembrance that he had saved the bridge could not stimulate him. Mr. Leslie's friendly praise, even his more than cordial hand-grip, seemed meaningless. The world had suddenly turned drab and gray. Her father had stated vaguely that some one was waiting to speak with him in the office. He had hastened in, half hoping to find _her_--and had found only them.

He had saved the bridge; he had found strength to do the square thing by Mr. Leslie and even Ashton. And now they were all gone, even Jimmy, and he was alone--alone! _She_ had come with the party. He was certain that some one had told him that. Yet she had not spoken to him. She had not even let him see her!

He went heavily across the room to the desk, and dropping into a chair, began methodically to gather up and fold the torn and rumpled blueprints upon the floor. But even an almost automatic habit has its limitations. A drawing slipped, half-folded, from his listless fingers.

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