"
"Well, what is your idea?"
"I was going to tell you. Mr. Delancy dropped in this afternoon for a
cup of tea--"
"Oh!"
"Yes, and he knows Mrs. Schuyler Blunt well; they are old friends, and he
is going to arrange it."
"Arrange what?"
"Why, smooth everything out, don't you know. But, Rodney, I do want you
to do something for me; not for me exactly, but about this. Won't you
look out for Mr. Delancy in this deal?"
"Seems to me you are a good deal interested in Jack Delancy," said
Henderson, in a sneering tone. The remark was a mistake, for it gave
Carmen the advantage, and he did not believe it was just. He knew that
Carmen was as passionless as a diamond, whatever even she might pretend
for a purpose.
"Aren't you ashamed!" she cried, with indignation, and her eyes flared
for an instant and then filled with tears. "And I try so hard."
"But I can't look out for all the lame ducks."
"He isn't a duck," said Carmen, using her handkerchief; "I'd hate him for
a duck. It's just to help me, when you know, when you know--and it is so
hard," and the tears came again.
Did Henderson believe? After all, what did it matter? Perhaps, after
all, the woman had a right to her game, as he had to his.
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