Aren't we going to be rich?" scoffed he.
"Look who's coming!" exclaimed Mary suddenly.
Farraday was shaking hands with their hostess, his tall frame looking
more than ever distinguished in its correct cutaway. Almost instantly he
caught sight of Mary and crossed the room to her with an expression of
keen pleasure.
"How delightful," he greeted them both. "So you have found the presiding
genius of the district! Why did I not have the inspiration of introducing
you myself?" He turned to Mrs. Elliot, who had rejoined them. "Two more
lions for you, eh, Constance?" he said, with a twinkle which betokened
old friendship.
"Yes, indeed," she smiled, "they have no rivals for my Art and Beauty
cages."
"And what about the literary circus? I suppose you have been making Mrs.
Byrd roar overtime?"
Their hostess looked puzzled.
"Don't tell me that you are in ignorance of her status as the Household
Company's latest find?" he ejaculated in mock dismay.
Mrs. Elliot turned reproachful eyes on Mary. "She never told me, the
unfriendly woman!"
"Just retribution, Constance, for poring over your propagandist sheets
instead of reading our wholesome literature," Farraday retorted. "Had you
done your duty by the Household magazines you would have needed no
telling.
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