Her intent gaze met the mask of
Shirley's ingenuous smile, reading in his telltale eyes a message
which needed no court interpreter! Quickly she turned to her
mirror to put the finishing touches to her coiffure, the golden
curls so alluringly wilful.
"Your flattery, sir, is very cruel. Beware! I may take it
seriously. What would happen if my verdant heart were to fall a
victim to the cunning wiles of the voice? Remember, I have only
met two men, since I came to America, yesterday. And they are
both pronounced woman-haters. I will take you at your word,
about Mr. Reginald Warren, and loosen my blandishments to the
best of my rustic ability."
A wayward twinkle in her eyes should have warned Shirley that she
was planning a little mischief. But, he was too preoccupied in
finding the real front of her baffling street cloak to observe
it. They left for the tearoom, while Helene still laughed to
herself over certain subtle possibilities which she saw in the
situation.
CHAPTER XIV
A PILGRIMAGE INTO FRIVOLITY
Rather early, again, for the usual throng, they were able to
choose their position to their liking: to-day, it was in the
center of the big room, close by the space cleared for the
dancing.
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