“Why,” says DeLancey, with never an eyelash flutterin’, “he and his wife are living at Green Oaks again. Just returned from an extended trip abroad, you know.” Then he winks.
Say, who was it sent out that bulletin about how all men was liars? I ain’t puttin’ in any not guilty plea; but I’d like to add that some has got it down finer than others.
CHAPTER VI
PLAYING HAROLD BOTH WAYS
Anyway, they came bunched, and that was some comfort. Eh? Well, first off there was the lovers, then there was Harold; and it was only the combination that saved me from developin’ an ingrowin’ grouch.
You can guess who it was accumulated the lovers. Why, when Sadie comes back from Bar Harbor and begins tellin’ me about ’em, you’d thought she’d been left something in a will, she’s so pleased.
Seems there was these two young ladies, friends of some friends of hers, that was bein’ just as miserable as they could be up there. One was visitin’ the other, and, as I made out from Sadie’s description, they must have been havin’ an awful time, livin’ in one of them eighteen-room cottages built on a point juttin’ a mile or so out into the ocean, with nothin’ but yachts and motor boats and saddle horses and tennis courts and so on to amuse themselves with.
I inspected some of them places when I was up that way not long ago,—joints where they get their only information about hot waves by readin’ the papers,—and I can just imagine how I could suffer puttin’ in a summer there. Say, some folks don’t know when they’re well off, do they?