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'How can that help? I don't quite see----'
'My dear ass, the idea isn't a novel one, but in this case it's
excellent. I'll write her a note on the instant and ask her if she'll
come, giving as a pretext that I'm feeling lonely in Marion's absence.'
'But why this hurry? Hadn't you better think it over first?'
'If I pause to think it over, Henry, I know I shall decide that I can't
tolerate Gladys for an entire week. As it is, I expect she'll drive me
stark mad. No, no, let me write while I am in my present frenzy of
philanthropy?'
'I suppose,' he reflected, 'William will practically spend the week
here, too, when he knows Gladys is coming.'
'Exactly. What about it?'
'I'm thinking of my work,' he grumbled. 'Two people being
disillusioned under one roof are sure to create interruptions.'
'They shan't interrupt you. I intend to leave them together as much as
possible. How glad I am that Gladys isn't the least bit clever--a week
might not be long enough if she were.'
'I'm not sanguine about the idea,' was Henry's comment. 'It might work
out all right in books and plays; but in real life its effect is
extremely doubtful.'
'Not at all. Elizabeth knew a young man who was devoted to a girl
until they spent a holiday together. At the end of the first week he
gave her a black eye. What more do you want than that?'
'Nothing,' replied Henry, 'if she was quite satisfied.
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