"I know all about
range and ranch life. I can tell you anything you want to know."
"Really? And will you do it? You know writers have just got to get
material. It is absolutely necessary. And I am running very short of
ideas, I have been loafing."
He waited patiently. He was more than willing to tell her everything
he knew, or could make up to please her, but he had not the slightest
idea what she wanted. Whatever it was, he certainly intended to make
the effort of his life to give her.
"I am Constance Starr," said Connie, still more abashed by the
unfaltering presence of this curious creature, who, she fully realized
at last, was quite human enough for any literary purpose. "And this is
my brother-in-law, Mr. Duke, and my sister, Mrs. Duke."
"My name is Prince Ingram."
David shook hands with him cordially, with smiling eyes, and asked him
to sit down so Connie might ask her questions in comfort. They all
took chairs, and Prince waited. Connie racked her brain. Five minutes
ago there had been ten thousand things she yearned to know about this
strange existence. Now, unfairly, she could not think of one. It
seemed to her she knew all there was to know about them. They looked
into each other's eyes, men and women, as men and women do in Chicago.
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