It's damnable! I'd stake my life Errington's as
straight as a die--and always has been."
"You're a good friend, Jerry," said Diana, rather wistfully.
"Yes, I am," he returned stoutly. "And so are you, as a rule. I can't
think why you're so beastly unfair to Errington."
"You forget," she said swiftly, "he's not my friend. And perhaps--he
hasn't always been quite fair to me."
"Oh, well, let's drop the subject now"--Jerry wriggled his broad
shoulders uncomfortably. "Tell me, how are the Rector and--and Miss
Stair?"
The previous summer Jerry had spent a week at Red Gables, and had made
Joan's acquaintance. Apparently the two had found each other's society
somewhat absorbing, for Adrienne had laughingly declared that she
didn't quite know whether Jerry were really staying at Red Gables or at
the Rectory.
"Pobs and Joan sent all sorts of nice messages for you," said Diana,
smiling a little. "They're both coming up to town for my recital, you
know."
"Are they?"--eagerly. "Hurrah! . . . We must go on the bust when it's
over. The concert will be in the afternoon, won't it?" Diana nodded.
"Then we must have a commemoration dinner in the evening. Oh, why am I
not a millionaire? Then I'd stand you all dinner at the 'Carlton.'"
He was silent a moment, then went on quickly:
"I shall have to make money somehow. A man can't marry on my screw as
a secretary, you know.
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