The finest old gentleman, by the way, you ever saw! A
regular thoroughbred, Corinne--who looks like a magnificent
portrait!" he added in his effort to interest her.
"But let him come some other time," she coaxed, holding the lapel
of his coat, her eyes searching his.
"What, turn to the wall a magnificent old portrait!" This came
with a mock grimace, his body bent forward, his eyes brimming with
laughter.
"Be serious, Jack, and tell me if you think it very nice in you to
stay upstairs in your den when I am giving a dance? Everybody will
know you are at home, and we haven't enough men as it is. Garry
can't come, he writes me. He has to dine with some men at the
club."
"I really AM sorry, Corinne, but I can't this time." Jack had hold
of her hand now; for a brief moment he was sorry he had not
postponed Peter's visit until the next day; he hated to cause any
woman a disappointment. "If it was anybody else I might send him
word to call another night, but you don't know Mr. Grayson; he
isn't the kind of a man you can treat like that.
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