“Don’t ask it, Robert; make some excuse; I can’t meet that man.”
“Nonsense! the embarrassment will be but momentary. You surely won’t stand in the way of my success; besides, Marrion is there, and I am sure you will enjoy knowing him better.”
“Do you really wish me to see this other man, Willard Frost?”
“I do; how can I expect him to be my friend if you fail to receive him?”
“You are everything to me, husband, and I will obey you, although I never expected to be called upon to make a sacrifice like this.”
In the meantime, the guests awaited in the library.
“Latham,” said Frost, “you are a first-rate fellow to arrange things so that I can again meet the lovely Mrs. Milburn.”
“‘Again meet her!’ then you know her already?”
“Know her?” the brief interrogatory, with the accompanying shrug of the shoulders and significant laugh, formed a decided affirmative answer.