I can see that, through the
envelope."
"But wait a minute, Elizabeth. It might anger Terry to have even his
business mail opened. He's touchy, you know."
She hesitated, then shrugged her shoulders.
"I suppose you're right. Let it go." She laughed at her own concern over
the matter. "Do you know, Vance, that sometimes I feel as if the whole
world were conspiring to get a hand on Terry?"
CHAPTER 8
Terry did not come down for dinner. It was more or less of a calamity,
for the board was quite full of early guests for the next day's
festivities. Aunt Elizabeth shifted the burden of the entertainment onto
the capable shoulders of Vance, who could please these Westerners when he
chose. Tonight he decidedly chose. Elizabeth had never see him in such
high spirits. He could flirt good-humoredly and openly across the table
at Nelly, or else turn and draw an anecdote from Nelly's father. He kept
the reins in his hands and drove the talk along so smoothly that
Elizabeth could sit in gloomy silence, unnoticed, at the farther end of
the table. Her mind was up yonder in the room of Terry.
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