"Douglas has taken up a saying that my cousin brought with him:
'What you don't know won't hurt you!' I think that before he left,
Harley had begun to suspect that all was not well between my husband
and myself, and he felt it necessary to give me a little friendly
counsel. He was tactful, and politely vague, but I understood
him--my worldly-wise young cousin. I think that saying of his sums
up the philosophy that he would teach to all women--'What you don't
know won't hurt you!'"
7. A week or so later Sylvia wrote me that her husband was in New
York. And I waited another week, for good measure, and then one
morning dropped in for a call upon Claire Lepage.
Why did I do it? you ask. I had no definite purpose--only a general
opposition to the philosophy of Cousin Harley.
I was ushered into Claire's boudoir, which was still littered with
last evening's apparel. She sat in a dressing-gown with resplendent
red roses on it, and brushed the hair out of her eyes, and
apologized for not being ready for callers.
"I've just had a talking to from Larry," she explained.
"Larry?" said I, inquiringly; for Claire had always informed me
elaborately that van Tuiver had been her one departure from
propriety, and always would be.
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