“My art be damned!” replied the pretty one. “And, Peter, I’ve decided that the nice young man will be Jack Morton.”
Loveman gave her a sharp look. But if he felt any alarm, his voice gave no evidence of it.
“Better think again, dearie. He’ll not have forgotten the way you threw him down.”
“Give me a week and I’ll make him forget it,” she returned confidently.
“If you are set on getting married, Nina dear, I’ll help you find another candidate,” said Loveman in his soft, advisory tone. “This town’s full of rich young fellows. Just look ’em over, make your choice, and I’ll help you out with the rest.”
“I don’t want any other!”
“I don’t think Jack Morton will do, my dear.”
“Why not?”
“I think, dearie, that there are other arrangements—”
“You mean that you have other arrangements!” she said sharply.