"Here they come," said Lola. She was busily breaking out the stores from the sideboard when Elise and Rutledge appeared.
"Here, Mr. Hazard, take this dish in to that mooning young couple in the back parlour. And you, Mr. Rutledge, just force them to eat enough of these pickles to keep their tempers in equilibrium."
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"Oh, my dear," she exclaimed when the two men were gone, "I've discovered the name of the young woman Mr. Rutledge fought for. Ollie let it get away from him—not the name, but I figured it out. And for whom do you suppose it was?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," answered Elise in all truthfulness.
"Of all women you should. I told you I could see it in his eyes,"' laughed Lola.
"Not for me?" Elise cried in genuine surprise.
"For you."
"What did the man say?" she asked quickly.
"Some caddish thing, of course. Men are so nasty. I didn't have time to get the particulars before you and Mr. Rutledge followed us in here. But Ollie says it was just b-e-a-u-t-iful the way Mr. Rutledge dropped him—and he's three times as big as Mr. Rutledge, too—"