But
the day-dream passed. He knew perfectly well that he had not the
courage to dismiss Alice. In the hands of that calm-eyed girl he
was as putty. She exercised over him the hypnotic spell a
lion-tamer exercises over his little playmates.
"We have been pals for years," said George "Billie is one of the
best fellows in the world."
"A charming girl."
"She would give her last nickel to anyone that asked for it."
"Delightful!"
"And as straight as a string. No one ever said a word against
Billie."
"No?"
"She may go out to lunch and supper and all that kind of thing, but
there's nothing to that."
"Nothing!" agreed the earl warmly. "Girls must eat!"
"They do. You ought to see them."
"A little harmless relaxation after the fatigue of the day!"
"Exactly. Nothing more."
Lord Marshmoreton felt more drawn than ever to this sensible young
man--sensible, at least, on all points but one. It was a pity they
could not see eye to eye on what was and what was not suitable in
the matter of the love-affairs of the aristocracy.
"So you are a composer, Mr. Bevan?" he said affably.
"Yes."
Lord Marshmoreton gave a little sigh.
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