But Holloway went forward and greeted her with all possible
_empressement,_ and the man who was so much his junior felt an awful
weight of youth upon him as he saw her led out of his sight.
"I think dear Betty will marry Mr. Holloway," her cousin chirped blandly,
thus settling her fate forever. "He came over in her party, you know,
and--she's always been fond of him."
Jack suddenly recollected how Mrs. Rosscott had commented on the terrible
tendency to land upon "and," and wondered why he had never noticed before
how disagreeable said tendency was.
(Going to marry Holloway!)
"But, then, dear Cousin Betty's such a coquette that no one can ever tell
whom she does like. She's very insincere."
Jack twisted uneasily. If there was any comfort to be derived from Miss
Lorne's last speech, it was certainly of a most chilly sort.
(Probably going to marry Holloway!)
"Now, I think it's too bad, when there are so many simple, sweet girls in
the world, that men seem to adore those that flirt like dear Cousin Betty.
I don't approve of flirting anyway. I wouldn't flirt for anything. I don't
want to break men's hearts."
"That's awfully good of you," Jack said, looking eagerly to where Holloway
and Mrs. Rosscott stood together.
"Oh, no it isn't," said Miss Lorne, "I don't take any credit for it--I was
born so. Dear Betty was a regular flirt when she was ever so small, but I
never was. I'm sincere and I can't take any credit for it. I was born so.
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