. The Saturday evening post. ct, dear fellow, that his serviceswill be confined almost exclusively to theformer occupation. Then they both laughed. STEPHEN went to lunch at the Cart-wright apartment and behaved himselfin such an extraordinary fashion that boththe women kept staring at him in bewilder-ment. Alternately he was as grave as adeacon and as mad as an archhatter; norwould he explain to them the reason foreither of his moods or his reason for con-tinually glancing at the clock. After lunchwas finished, however, and Aunt Emmahad taken herself away on a shopping tourhe finally managed t
. The Saturday evening post. ct, dear fellow, that his serviceswill be confined almost exclusively to theformer occupation. Then they both laughed. STEPHEN went to lunch at the Cart-wright apartment and behaved himselfin such an extraordinary fashion that boththe women kept staring at him in bewilder-ment. Alternately he was as grave as adeacon and as mad as an archhatter; norwould he explain to them the reason foreither of his moods or his reason for con-tinually glancing at the clock. After lunchwas finished, however, and Aunt Emmahad taken herself away on a shopping tourhe finally managed to compose himself. Miss Cartwright was deep in a luxuriousdivan, and Stephen came over to establishhimself beside her. She made way for himand gave him a friendly little smile. What on earth has been the matterwith you to-day, Stephen? Oh, Ive had so many different thingsto think about. What sort of things? Sad and funnyboth—to make you act like that? Yes, he said, sad and funny the way, youll be interested to know. that Miss Paget announced her engagementlast night. To Mr. Coolidge. Rememberhim? Yes, very well. She wasnt looking at Stephen at all; shefelt that some additional comment was nec-essary, but she could find no inspiration tomake it. Im going to confess to you, he saidearnestly. Id have done it before, only itwouldnt have been quite fair to day you came out there to Oakmont,when wed planned the whole thing for youto sort of plead my case for me —well, Ikept her away from you on purpose. Miss Cartwright was absorbed by herown fingers. She cared a great deal foryou, Stephen. I saw her look at you. Id cared a great deal for her too. Hespent a sigh in remembrance. But itcouldnt go on. We werent suited for eachother. She didnt like me the way I was,and I couldnt have stood her flirting. Cool-idge is the man for her. Its turned outbest for everybody. And it was that day—the day you came out there—that I wokeup. So I didnt want you to talk to her,a
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