Portman's last
night," she said to her husband the morning after one of the ex-
Clearing House Magnate's great receptions. "They say he goes
everywhere, and that Mr. Grayson has adopted him and is going to
leave him all his money," to which Breen had grunted back that
Jack was welcome to the Portmans and the Portmans to Jack, and
that if old Grayson had any money, which he very much doubted,
he'd better hoist it overboard than give it to that rattlebrain.
Mrs. Breen heaved a deep sigh. Neither she nor Breen had been
invited to the Portmans', nor had Corinne (the Scribe has often
wondered whether the second scoop in Mukton was the cause)--and
yet Ruth MacFarlane, and Jack and Miss Felicia Grayson, and a lot
more out-of-town people--so that insufferable Mrs. Bennett had
told her--had come long distances to be present, the insufferable
adding significantly that "Miss MacFarlane looked too lovely and
was by all odds the prettiest girl in the room, and as for young
Breen, really she could have fallen in love with him herself!"
Jack tucked his uncle's letter in his pocket, skipped over to read
it to Ruth and MacFarlane, in explanation of his enforced absence
for the day, and kept on his way to the station.
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