"
"How do you know I want him so summarily removed?" the girl asked
him, without changing either her graceful attitude of suspended
motion or the intentness of her gaze.
"Well," argued Orde, "I got him to say all he ever says to any girl--
'Yes-indeed!'--so you couldn't have any more conversation from him.
If you want to look at him, why, there he is in plain sight.
Besides, I want to talk to you myself."
"Do you always get what you want?" inquired the girl.
Orde laughed.
"Any one can get anything he wants, if only he wants it bad enough,"
he asserted.
The girl pondered this for a moment, and finally lowered and opened
her fan, and threw back her head in a more relaxed attitude.
"Some people," she amended. "However, I forgive you. I will even
flatter you by saying I am glad you came. You look to have reached
the age of discretion. I venture to say that these boys' idea of a
lively evening is to throw bread about the table."
Orde flushed a little. The last time he had supped at Jane
Hubbard's, that was exactly what they did do.
"They are young, of course," he said, "and you and I are very old
and wise. But having a noisy, good time isn't such a great crime--
or is it where you came from?"
The girl leaned forward, a sparkle of interest in her eyes.
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