Anything that might have happened could be explained
after Polly had told of the private conference between Edith and Elnora.
"Talk about lovely woman!" cried Philip Ammon. "One would think that
after such a dose as Edith gave me, she would be satisfied to let me go
my way, but no! Not caring for me enough herself to save me from public
disgrace, she must now pursue me to keep any other woman from loving me.
I call that too much! I am going to see her, and I want you to go with
me, father."
"Very well," said Mr. Ammon, "I will go."
When Edith Carr came into her reception-room that afternoon, gowned for
conquest, she expected only Philip, and him penitent. She came hurrying
toward him, smiling, radiant, ready to use every allurement she
possessed, and paused in dismay when she saw his cold face and his
father. "Why, Phil!" she cried. "When did you come home?"
"I am not at home," answered Philip. "I merely ran up to see my father
on business, and to inquire of you what it was you said to Miss Comstock
yesterday that caused her to disappear before I could return to the
Limberlost."
"Miss Comstock disappear! Impossible!" cried Edith Carr. "Where could
she go?"
"I thought perhaps you could answer that, since it was through you that
she went."
"Phil, I haven't the faintest idea where she is," said the girl gently.
"But you know perfectly why she went! Kindly tell me that."
"Let me see you alone, and I will.
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