You have a right to say 'I told you so,' Mrs. Winston. There was
nothing in all that, you know, except a little wounded vanity; and you
know, _you_ are really the Fate I have to thank for finding it out so
soon."
"What _do_ you mean?" exclaimed Molly, almost as if she were
frightened. "I did nothing at all. I----"
"You took me away with you and Jack. The rest followed."
"Oh, _that_. I didn't understand. Well, as we shall get you down to
Monte Carlo soon, you will meet your boy again."
"I wish I could be sure."
"I thought you said it was an engagement."
"Only conditional. Besides, had we walked, we should have been weeks
on the way. I wonder you don't laugh in my face, Mrs. Winston, but
you'd understand if you could have met the Boy."
"I supposed Jack was your best friend," complained Molly.
"So he is. But this is different. I'm going to look for the Boy at
Monte Carlo. What I'm hoping is, that after all he may keep the
half-engagement he made to meet me there."
"When?"
"On the night after my arrival for a dinner at the Hotel de Paris, to
be given in honour of him and his sister."
"You think he will?"
"It's worth going on the chance."
"You are the right kind of friend," said Molly, "and you deserve to
be rewarded, doesn't he, Jack?"
"Yes," Jack flung over his shoulder as he drove; "and I shall swear a
vendetta against everybody concerned, if he isn't.
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