I told
her about myself, my horses, my house in the country, my yacht. I tried to
show her I wasn't an ignoramus as to books and art, even if I hadn't been
to college. She listened, while Sam sat embarrassed. "You must bring your
sister down to visit me," I said finally. "I'll see that you both have
the time of your lives. Make up a party of your friends, Sam, and come
down--when shall we say? Next Sunday? You know you were coming anyhow. I
can change the rest of the party."
Sam grew as red as if he were going into apoplexy. I thought then he was
afraid I'd blurt out something about who were in the party I was proposing
to change. I was soon to know better.
"Thank you, Mr.--Blacklock," said his sister. "But I have an engagement
next Sunday. I have a great many engagements just now. Without looking at
my book I couldn't say when I can go." This easily and naturally. In her
set they certainly do learn thoroughly that branch of tact which plain
people call lying.
Sam gave her a grateful look, which he thought I didn't see, and which I
didn't rightly interpret--then.
"We'll fix it up later, Blacklock," said he.
"All right," said I. And from that minute I was almost silent.
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