The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-06
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 'How clever of you, .Roxburyr
 ''Oh, say, Miss Fowler I'm not such an ass as I 1ook-reafly I'm not I'm trying to look hke''-
 "'sh! If you want me to believe you are not the ass you think you look be careful what you say. Remember I am not Miss Fowler to you. am Con stance-sometdmes Connie Gan you remember that, Roxbury?''
 He drew long breath. t<Oh, say Connie, tT'd much rather be plain Brock to you"
 .'PIease don't. forget that I am doing this for my sister, not for myself by any manner of means,o she said st1fly. He flushed painfully, conscious of the Febuke.
 Please overlook my faults for the time being,' he said 'T1I do better You see, I've been rather overcome by the sense of my own importance. I'm not used to being the head of an es- tablishment It has dazed me. A great many things have happened to me since I left the Care de FEst last night" He was consfderate in not re- ferring to his unhappy mode Of trav- cling. For instance, I've completely lost my head-v He might have said that, but that wouldehave sounded corn- monplaee and earthy.
 sAOne does, yOu know, when he loses his identity" she said sympaehettcall @Edfth says you are ripping and all that sort of thing. . she went on hur- rfed7y, in perfect mimicry. 'sYou come very highly recommended as a broth er-in-Iaw."
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 ''Yes. The Rodneys are my friends. not EditIifa Katherine Rodney was in the convent with me- We see a great deal of each other. I'm sure you will Ike her. Everybody falls dreadfuIIy in love with her'
 Flow very amiable or you to permit 1t, !" he protested gallantly. I'm sure shall enjoy falling in love. Which reminds me that I've never had sis ter-inIaw. They're very nice, Pm told It's odd that Medcroft didn't tell me about you Would you mind advanc- ing a bit Of general information about yourse4f-and, may say, about my family in general? It may come handy"
 'I feel as though I had known you for years,'' she said, frankly Returning his gaze. She leaned forward, her el- bows on the table, her chin In her Hands. "T'm merely Edith's sister. We live in Paris-that is, father and I. I'm three years younger than Edith. Of course you know how old your wife is, so we won't dwell upon that You don't? Then I'd demand it of her. I haven't been in Philadelphia since was seven, and that's ages ago. have no mother, and father is off in South America on business So you see little sister has to tag after big sister. Ohi" She interrupted the re- | cital with an abrupt change of man ner. 'T'm so sorry you've finished your coffee. Now you'll have to go. Roxbury always does.''
 "But I haven't finished" he excIaiu- ed eagerly. 'T'm going to have three or four more pots. You have no idea howl
 'Irs all right, then, she said, with her rarest and most confident smile. well, Edith asked me to come to London for the, season. The ROdneys were in Paris at the time, however, and they asked me to join them for Q fortnight in the Tyrok When said that I was off for a visit with the with you, I mean-they insisted that you all should come too. They are connections in a way, don't you see2 l So we accepted. Andehere we aFe.''
 You don't, by any chance happen to be engaged to be married, or any thing of that sortT'' he ventured. Don't crush mel It's only as a safe guard, you know People may ask Questtons.'
 '@You are not obliged to answer them, 1 Roxbury," she said. The flush had deepened in her cheek. It convinced him that she was in love and engag- ed. He experienced a queer sinking of the heart "You can say that you don't know, if any one should be So rude as to ask'' Suddenly she caught her breath and stared at him in a sort of panic. "Heavensr' she whispered the toast poised half way to her lips, ''you're not, by any chance, engaged. are you? Appalling thought!'' He laughed deHghtedIy. People won't ask about me, my dear Con stance. Pm already married, you know. But if any one should ask you're not obliged to answer"
 She looked troubled and uncertain 'You may be really married, after all, 2 she speculated. ''Who knows2 PooI old Roxbury wouldn't have had the tact to inquire
 'Tm a henpecked bachelor, believe me-"
 For the next quarter of an hour they chatted in the liveliest, most incense quentia1 fashion, getting on excellent terms with each other and arriving al a fair sense of appreciation of what lay ahead of them in the shape of peril anC adventure
 She was the most delightful perso1 he had ever met as we'll as being thu