Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-11-09
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engaged TO Miss Martin all the
time ?"
But IL was too early for that
thought to torture her. The shock
was still too physical. The door
opened. She moved aside auto
matically. II was Felicite Per-
rier.
The little Frenchwoman was
angry. She said in a hoarse
whisper: do you want TO make
yourself re laughing stock? Yes,
and your poor papa, too. ley see
Ashley kiss you Eat night and
now when his engagement is an
nounced you run from re room.
You American girls l do not UNI
derstand. Ave you no pride ?"
NO" Sandra said.
Felicite shook her. you act
like someone who as been it on
re cad. What is Ashley Wood TO
you Eat e as not been TO so
many other women? A KEGS?
But so many of zem ave keesed
MIN. Yes, ere in Karpeti. Do
not be a fool. You must come
back, you must smile. you must
tell zem you are very, very
appy."
Sandra looked at her. You
make me want to laugh" she
said.
We'll, laugh gen." Mademoi-
selle Perrier said irritably.
"Laugh-do not stare at me like
Eat as though you al 'ad mooch,
mooch too mooch champagne.
Listen to me. We will go to the
cloak-room, you and /, and zen
we go back and smile and give
our congratulations"
II am going home" Sandra
said.
You are not" Fehcite said,
shaking her again. you ave
your pauvre papa to consider. He
live ere, does he not? You do
not want people to say his daugh-
ter ave made big fool of err
self"
Sandra looked at her almost in
amazement. Did such things
matter? When you were dead,
or your heart was dead, did what
people said or thought really mat
ter? But Felicite seemed TO
think they did, and there was her
father to consider.
She allowed herself to be
dragged along to the ladies'
cloak-room, to have rouge put on
her cheeks. She didn't feel 1T was
happening to her. any of it. She
felt she had ceased living when
Sir Hugo had made his incredible
announcement.
Perhaps not so many people
ave noticed" Felicite murmured
in her ear when they were on
their way back to the reception
rooms. Everyone Zey look at
the Apply couple. Now smile,
cherie, and keep saying you are
very, very 'appy"
THEY had stopped to speak to
someone. Sandra said: yes.
it's very good news. I'm very
happy about it,"
Fancy Mr.. Wood settling
down, the woman to whom they
were speaking reterted-"A reg
ular ladies' man, wasn't he? A
trail of broken hearts behind him
if ever any man had! You didn't
know him very well, did you, Miss
Radcliffe Still I'd heard you'd
met him. Wasn't he at the dance
your father gave for you ?"
Yes" Sandra said. Yes. He
was there
"She-cat" Felicite muttered
as they turned away. They are
all like that ere"
"Ah. there you are, Sandra,"
Radcliffe said, hopping his fore
head. What happened to you?
Get pain or something ?"
Felicite trod hard on his toe.
you are re big idiot"
Hey, what's all this?" he be-
gan, but a look from her stopped
him. He said instead: Shouldn't
we be hitting the homeward trail
soon ?
Eyes, very soon. But first
Sahdra and l 60 TO say to Mr..
Ashley Wood and Miss Martin
'ow very, very pleased we are.
She gripped Sandra's arm more
firmly and steered her through
the guests TO the little group
where June and Ashley were
standing. June was smiling, her
grey eyes shining, her small arm
tucked through Ashley's. Ashley
too was smiling, but his eyes
were cold.
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