Again the ironical note struck her.
"You're laughing at me," she sulked prettily. "You shouldn't!—if we're going to be the good friends we ought to be."
Before Hector could reply, MacFarlane came up. He was obviously throbbing with jealousy.
Mrs. MacFarlane read his mood and was secretly amused. She loved to torment him. But she made no reference to his annoyance.
"So glad you've come, old Mac," she said, hand outstretched.
Though he had interrupted her tête-à-tête with Hector, she forgave him. She felt that she had done a good night's work already.
In the morning Hector interviewed the talented Marquis and warned him to be a good boy. The Marquis promised that he would.
Chapter II
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