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Damned if I was n't honestly proud of you myself."
The girl caught her breath sharply, her hand pressed tightly against
her side.
"What--what was it you desired of Beth Norvell?" she questioned.
Farnham's white teeth gleamed in a sudden smile of appreciation.
"Hope you are not becoming jealous," he said insinuatingly.
"Positively no occasion, I assure you, for it was not to make love to
the girl, I wanted to see her. Lord, no! This was purely a business
deal. The truth is, I chanced to hear she had a lover already, and he
was the fellow I was really after."
"A lover?" she stepped toward him, her eyes blazing, her cheeks aflame.
"I? How dare you? What can you mean by so false an insinuation?"
"Oh, don't flare up so, Lizzie," and the complacent gambler looked at
her with eyes not entirely devoid of admiration. "It really makes you
prettier than ever, but that sort of thing cuts no ice with me.
However, what I have just said stands: the story flying around here is
that you have captured old Winston's boy, and a damned good catch it
is, too.


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