dBooks desire

``Was I thinking aloud?'' said Mildred, as she gave
him her hand.
``You said something about `getting a good deal.' ''
He inspected her with the freedom of an old friend and
with the thoroughness of a connoisseur. Women who
took pains with themselves and were satisfied with the
results liked Stanley Baird's knowing and appreciative
way of noting the best points in their toilets. ``You're
looking fine,'' declared he. ``It must be a pleasure to
them up in the Rue de la Paix to dress you. That's
more than can be said for nine out of ten of the women
who go there. Yes, you're looking fine--and in grand
health, too. Why, you look younger than I ever saw
you. Nothing like marriage to freshen a girl up.
Well, I suppose waiting round for a husband who may
or may not turn up does wear a woman down.''
``It almost killed me,'' laughed Mildred. ``And you
were largely responsible.''
``I?'' said Baird. ``You didn't want me. I was too
old for you.''
``No, I didn't want you,'' said Mildred.


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