"He beat it down to the tennis court. Say, listen, is there a chance that he's stuck on Nina? It looks to me like what the watch comes in!"
Harriet glanced at her wrist before she answered him. Her heart was sick within her. Close upon her radiant dream had come this shadow, far more a shadow now, when her responsibility had infinitely increased, and when she had had proof of the love and respect in which they held her here.
"I don't think so!" she said, briefly. "I'll find Bottomley, and have lunch put ahead."
"You don't like him!" Ward said, watching her closely.
"I don't like him for Nina!" she amended.
The boy followed her while she gave her order. Then they went out into the blazing day together.
"Nina isn't going to have more than a scalp a day," said her brother, fraternally.
"Nina has a fortune!" the girl remarked, drily, opening her wide white parasol.
But Ward was rapidly squandering an equal amount, and it was not impressive to him.
"Lord, he could marry a girl with ten times that! Look here, you don't think a man like Blondin would consider that!" he protested.