'
There was much wisdom in Elizabeth's words. Nevertheless, I did not
intend to mix myself up in any more matrimonial schemes. Much as I
desired to see Marion happy, I felt that arranging the destiny of
others did not leave me enough leisure to arrange my own, besides
interfering with my literary work. At the moment, too, the thought
uppermost in my mind was how to dispose of Gladys.
I went to her with Marion's telegram in my hand and a falsely contrite
expression on my face. 'I'm so awfully sorry, Gladys, but a most
unforeseen thing has happened,' I said. 'Marion is coming to-day, and
she'll have to take your room. Isn't it an idiotic situation?'
Gladys pondered. 'But you have another spare room, haven't you?' she
demanded brightly.
'Yes, Gladys, we have. But we haven't got the bedding for that just
now. The mattress is being cleaned, and I suppose it won't be sent
back for another fortnight at least.'
Undaunted, Gladys had another idea. 'Then do you think Marion would
mind sharing my room?'
'She would indeed--you see she walks in her sleep,' I said glibly,
wondering how it was George Washington had found any difficulty in
dissembling, 'and she's very sensitive about any one getting to know
about it.'
Gladys went after that. Henry and I have both decided that we're not
going to interfere with incompatibles in future. It's too much of a
strain on the nervous system.
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