“Cried, perhaps,” said Bess, yawning with ennui.
“She did nothing of the kind,” retorted Gertie. “She seized my hand, and said: ‘Oh, Miss Gertrude, that is very kind of you, indeed! I thank you ever so much!’”
“Pshaw!” cried Bess, contemptuously. “That was a trick to make you believe she did not want to be observed by our guests. She is a sly, designing little creature, with her pretty face and soft, childish ways.”
“But there is one point that seriously troubles me,” said Gertie, fastening the pink satin bow on her tiny slipper more securely, and breaking off the thread with a nervous twitch. “I am seriously afraid, if Rex were to see her, that would be the end of our castle in the air. Daisy Brooks has just the face to attract a handsome, debonair young fellow like Rex.”
“You can depend upon it he shall never see her,” said Bess, decidedly. “Where there’s a will there’s a way.”
“I have never been actually jealous of anyone before,” said Gertie, flushing furiously, as she acknowledged the fact; “but that Daisy has such a way of attracting people toward her they quite forget your presence when she is around. ‘When one rival leaves the field, another one is sure to come to the 114 fore.’ That’s a true saying,” said Gertie, meditatively. “You see, he did not marry the heiress of Whitestone Hall. So he is still in the market, to be captured by some lucky girl.”
“Well, if I am the lucky one, you must forgive me, Gertie. All is fair in love and war, you know. Besides, his wealth is too tempting to see slip quietly by without a struggle.”
Before she could reply Eve popped in through the long French window that opened out on the porch.
“Oh, I’m so tired of hearing you two talk of lovers and riches!” she cried, throwing herself down on the sofa. “I do hate to hear love weighed against riches, as if it were a purchasable article. According to your ideas, if a fellow was worth a hundred thousand, you would love him moderately; but if he was worth half a million, you could afford to love him immensely.”
“You have got a sensible idea of the matter,” said Bess, coolly.