You have told me so little of what was
going on!"
"That isn't fair to me, Mary. I explained to you that I wished to
give you a pleasant surprise. To plan a pleasure for you was
not unsisterly, was it? I haven't Miss Wildmere's ambition for
miscellaneous conquests. Why should I write about men for whom I cared
nothing and toward whom my manner should have made my spoken negative
unnecessary?"
"Other girls would. Well, it seems that their suit was downright
enough to satisfy you. Good gracious! How many were there?"
Madge laughed, yawned, and her sister saw that her dark eyes were full
of the languor of sleep, which added to their beauty.
"Oh, not many," she drawled. "I'll gossip about them some time when
not so tired. I'll indicate them by numerals. Why should I babble
their names in connection with what they called so sacred? I wonder
how many like sacred affairs had occurred before. If I tell you the
story of the wooing of Number One, Two, Three, and so on, that will
answer just as well, won't it?"
"No, indeed. I wish to know their names, family connection, and
whether they were well off or not."
Madge again laughed, and began to disrobe, in order to indicate that
their confidence must at least be adjourned for the present.
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