("Parker merely echoed my own hope in that remark," said Harley. "If
I could get them engaged, I was satisfied to do it in any way that
might be pleasing to her.")
A moment later Marguerite appeared, arrayed for the walk. Parker
rose as she entered and picked up his gloves.
"You are a perfect picture this morning," said he.
"I'm ready," she said, shortly, ignoring the compliment. "Where are
we scheduled to walk?--or are we to have something to say about it
ourselves?"
Parker looked at her with a wondering smile. The aptness of the
remark did not strike him. However, he was equal to the occasion.
"You don't believe in free will, then?" he asked.
("It was the only intelligent remark he could make, under the
circumstances, you see," explained Harley.
"He was a clever fellow," said I, and resumed reading.)
"I believe in a great many things we are supposed to do without,"
said Marguerite, sharply.
They had reached the street, and in silence walked along Bellevue
Avenue.
"There are a great many things," vouchsafed Parker, as they turned
out of the avenue to the cliffs, "that men are supposed not to do
without--"
"Yes," said Marguerite, sharply--"vices.
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