"Yes," she answered, simply. "I can wait here alone if you will get
it."
Willard passed out, and soon returned with the ice; but as he came
through the doorway Bonetti stopped him and whispered something in
his ear.
"Certainly, Count, right away," Willard answered. "Come along."
Bonetti needed no second bidding, but followed Willard closely, and
soon stood expectant before Marguerite.
"Miss Andrews," said Willard, "may I have the pleasure of presenting
Count Bonetti?"
The Count's head nearly collided with his toes in the bow that he
made.
"Mr. Willard," returned Miss Andrews, coldly, ignoring the Count,
"feeling as I do that Count Bonetti is merely a bogus Count with
acquisitive instincts, brought here, like myself, for literary
purposes of which I cannot approve, I must reply to your question
that you may not have that pleasure."
With which remark (concludes Stuart Harley) Miss Marguerite Andrews
swept proudly from the room, ordered her carriage, and went home,
thereby utterly ruining the second story of her life that I had
undertaken to write.
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