... I'll bet your socks aren't darned
properly. I'm going to sneak in and take a look at them, once I
get you caged up here.... But I won't read your love-letters!
Now let's go down by the fire, where it's comfy."
CHAPTER XV
HE STUDIES FIVE HUNDRED, SAVOUIR FAIRE, AND LOTSA-SNAP OFFICE MOTTOES
On a couch of glossy red leather with glossy black buttons and
stiff fringes also of glossy red leather, Mr. William Wrenn sat
upright and was very confiding to Miss Nelly Croubel, who was
curled among the satin pillows with her skirts drawn carefully
about her ankles. He had been at Mrs. Arty's for two weeks now.
He wore a new light-blue tie, and his trousers were pressed like
sheet steel.
"Yes, I suppose you're engaged to some one, Miss Nelly, and
you'll go off and leave us--go off to that blamed Upton's Grove
or some place."
"I am _not_ engaged. I've told you so. Who would want to marry
me? You stop teasing me--you're mean as can be; I'll just have
to get Tom to protect me!"
"Course you're engaged.
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