Know who it is?"
"That's Miss Bessemer, isn't it?" said George Hands, leaning
forward. "Rather a stunning-looking girl."
"Yes, that's Travis Bessemer," assented Jack Carter; adding, a
moment later, "it's too bad about that girl."
"What's the matter?" asked Eckert.
Carter lifted a shoulder. "Isn't ANYTHING the matter as far as I
know, only somehow the best people have dropped her. She USED to
be received everywhere."
"Come to think, I HAVEN'T seen her out much this season," said
Eckert. "But I heard she had bolted from 'Society' with the big
S, and was going East--going to study medicine, I believe."
"I've always noticed," said Carter, with a smile, "that so soon as
a girl is declassee, she develops a purpose in life and gets
earnest, and all that sort of thing.
"Oh, well, come," growled George Hands, "Travis Bessemer is not
declassee."
"I didn't say she was," answered Carter; "but she has made herself
talked about a good deal lately. Going around with Rivers, as she
does, isn't the most discreet thing in the world. Of course, it's
all right, but it all makes talk, and I came across them by a
grove of trees out on the links the other day--"
"Yes," observed Sargeant, leaning on the back of Carter's
armchair; "yes; and I noticed, too, that she cut you dead. You
fellows should have been there," he went on, in perfect good
humor, turning to the others. "You missed a good little scene.
Rivers and Miss Bessemer had been taking a tramp over the
Reservation--and, by the way, it's a great place to walk, so my
sister tells me; she and Dick Forsythe take a constitutional out
there every Saturday morning--well, as I was saying, Rivers and
Miss Bessemer came upon our party rather unexpectedly.
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