He began to talk of Herbert Langridge.
“I really thought Phyllis meant to accept Herbert Langridge this second time,” he said. “But she has lost her last chance in that direction. Langridge told me quite frankly he should not ask her again—or willingly meet her any more.”
“But surely,” broke in Mrs. Barrimore, “you would not wish little Phil to make a loveless marriage?”
“Heavens! no!” he answered. “But I thought at one time she was in love with him.”
“Won’t you smoke?” said Mrs. Barrimore. “You know you can; and I think a man looks much more comfortable smoking.”
The Colonel pulled out a pipe.
“Thank you,” he said; “but I am comfortable here with you. It is so good to chat familiarly with a dear friend—and there is no friend like you.”
Again that pretty flush.
“Why don’t you come oftener, then?” she asked. “I am always so glad to see you.”
“How sweet of you to be glad!” he said.