“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
“Enjoyed it!—have you?” he answered reprovingly.
He drew her to him and kissed the lips that quivered and smiled at the same time.
“Lunch!” she suddenly exclaimed, disengaging herself from his arms. “Why, it ’s half-past two!”
“Oh, hang the lunch!” answered Micky. “Let ’s cut it out and go for a drive. We can get tea somewhere.”
A moment later the much scandalized Morley saw his mistress depart with her shabby visitor. He shook his head resignedly.
“Hit’s no use kickin’ against the pricks!” he ruminated sadly as they entered the elevator and the bronze door clashed to behind them. “What is written is written! I wonder what his lordship ’ll say when he comes back!”
The elegant young man in the office almost lost his balance as he saw the Hon. Evelyn Arabella Farquhar and her escort pass unconcernedly through the hall and enter a hansom, and his excitement was shared in almost equal degree by the sleek youth at the revolving door and the six-foot starter on the sidewalk.
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