"
"It must be a child of amazing intelligence."
Mrs. Flaxman, looking more anxious than ever interjected a remark, not
very relevantly, about the prospect of our early winter; but Mr. Winthrop
allowed her remark to fall unheeded.
"You seem particularly interested in that tender-eyed widow and her
infant. Is it long since you made their acquaintance?"
"I cannot say that I am even now acquainted with her." I answered
politely.
"I should judge you had a weakness for widows. Mrs. Blake seems on very
cordial terms with you."
"I would take just as much interest in your widow, Mr. Winthrop, if she
was poor and sorrowful. The wheel of fortune may make a revolution some
day, and give me the opportunity."
He really seemed to enjoy the retort which fell uncontrollably from my
lips.
"Allow me to thank you beforehand for your kind offices to that afflicted
individual; though the prospect for their being required is not very good
at present."
"Mrs. Fleming has sent invitations for a garden-party," Mrs. Flaxman
interposed desperately. "I think Mr. Winthrop had better permit you to go
to New York for some additions to your toilet."
"I will accompany her myself; she might get entangled with widowers on
her next trip."
"Not if they are as provoking as the unmarried," I murmured below my
breath; but he seemed to catch my meaning.
"They understand the art of pleasing your sex amazingly. I believe you
would find them more fascinating than Mrs. Blake, or your new friend,
the widow Larkum.
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