June was left alone, and ere long she noticed Irene seated near the young lady in the garnet silk, with Max Brunswick leaning over her and speaking in a low voice. Guy’s eyes rested on the couple, and as was natural to any one present, could not fail to notice their fine appearance.
“Who is the gentleman leaning over that beautiful woman in the cream colored silk?” Guy asked.
“His name is Brunswick.”
“Colonel Max Brunswick?” Guy asked, suddenly.
“Yes,” said Scott, “do you know him?”
“He must be the gentleman who wrote me in regard to taking an interest in my business. I gave him no encouragement, as I do not think it policy to hurry matters of that kind. He may be all right, though. He seems to have his mind just at present concentrated on that beautiful young lady before him.”
Scott tried to say that the young lady was his wife, and looking at her as Guy did, he thought that the attentions which she was receiving were not at all unpleasant to her. He tried to speak ere Guy had a chance to wound him further and tell him that she was his wife, and Brunswick only her friend, but even with all his ready tact and easy flow of language he was unable to speak the words.
“He is extremely devoted, is he not?” continued Guy. “I suppose all the angels in heaven cannot compare with her. Well, she is a lovely woman. I must 114 request you to introduce me, if that gentleman will allow me the privilege.”
Scott could not bear to have Guy speak again in this manner, and he said in a hurried manner:
“That lady is my wife.”