Womanlike, she was flattered at being noticed--particularly
by a man like Ogilvy, whom it was plain to be seen was vastly
superior to any male even in Sequoia, with the sole exception of
Bryce Cardigan. The flutter of a great adventure was in Moira's
heart, and the flush of a thousand roses in her cheeks when, Buck
Ogilvy having at length departed, she went into Bryce's private
office to get his opinion as to the propriety of accepting the
invitation.
Bryce listened to her gravely as with all the sweet innocence of her
years and unworldliness she laid the Ogilvy proposition before him.
"By all means, accept," he counselled her. "Buck Ogilvy is one of the
finest gentlemen you'll ever meet. I'll stake my reputation on him.
You'll find him vastly amusing, Moira. He'd make Niobe forget her
troubles, and he DOES know how to order a dinner."
"Don't you think I ought to have a chaperon?"
"Well, it isn't necessary, although it's good form in a small town
like Sequoia, where everybody knows everybody else."
"I thought so," Moira murmured thoughtfully. "I'll ask Miss Sumner to
come with us. Mr. Ogilvy won't mind the extra expense, I'm sure."
"He'll be delighted," Bryce assured her maliciously. "Ask Miss
Sumner, by all means."
When Moira had left him, Bryce sighed.
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