Warrington whom scores and hundreds
of mothers and guardians in society would have welcomed for the
sake of marriageable daughters no matter how black and glaring his
faults. I was glad to see the way Warrington took it. He seemed to
want to rest not on the merits of the Warrington blood nor the
Warrington gold, but on plain Mortimer Warrington himself.
"What HAS happened, Violet?" repeated Mrs. de Lancey.
Violet had, woman-like, in spite of her condition caught the stern
look that her aunt had shot at Warrington.
"Nothing, now," she replied with a note of defiance. "Lucille--
seems to have been a--a bad woman--friendly with bad men. Mr.
Garrick overheard a plot to carry me off and telephoned Mortimer.
Fortunately when Mortimer went up home to warn us, he found the
letter and knew where I was going to-night. Ill as he was, he came
all the way to the city, followed me into that house, saved me--
even before Mr. Garrick could get there."
Violet's duenna was considerably mollified, though she tried hard
not to admit it.
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