He turned so as to face her. "Did you see a
white envelope lying on the table when you walked out on the
porch?"
She bowed her head absently, her foot keeping time to the inspiring
music played by the orchestra stationed on the stair landing just
above where they sat. "You left it lying on the table."
"Yes, so I did," replied Kent. "And I believe I was so ungallant
as to bolt into the dining room in front of you. Please accept my
apologies." Behind her fan, which she used with languid grace,
the widow watched him.
"We all bolted together," she responded, "and are equally guilty -"
"Of what?" questioned a voice from the background, and looking up
Kent saw Colonel McIntyre standing on the step above Mrs. Brewster.
The music had ceased and in the lull their conversation had been
distinctly audible.
"Guilty of curiosity," finished the widow.
"Colonel de Geofroy's farewell speech was very amusing, did you
not think so?"
"I did not stay to hear it," Kent confessed. "I had to return to
the porch and get my envelope.
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