"I have done nothing for him, given no
encouragement, and would not care if I never saw him again. I merely
wish him well, as I do so many others. Why can't he see this, and
just act on the truth? He says he is coming to see me every chance
he gets and tries to make me feel that he'll never give me up.
Perhaps if I should let him speak plainly he would see how useless
it all would be."
Circumstances apparently favored the half-formed purpose. Languid
from the heat of the day, she went out on the piazza after supper,
sat down on the upper step and leaned against a rose-entwined
pillar. Maynard was entranced by the picture she made and promptly
availed himself of the opportunity. Every one else had disappeared
except Zany, of whom glimpses could be caught through the open
windows of the supper-room; but she did not count. Sitting on a
lower step so as to be in a measure at her feet Maynard began.
"Miss Baron, I am thinking very sadly, if you are not, over the fact
that I am to go away in the morning.
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