"But I've had one and I never take two."
"Model husband! Then take the girls into the foyer for a stroll and a
chat after the act. Don't mind me. I'm your friend."
"Do you think I've got a chance with her?" he asked with a brave effort.
"You've had one wife thrust upon you; why should you expect another
without a struggle? I'm afraid you'll have to work for Constance."
"But I have your--I can count on your approval?" he whispered eagerly.
"Don't, Roxbury! People will think you are making love to _me_!" she
protested, wilfully ignoring his question.
He returned to the box after the second act and proposed a turn in the
foyer. To his disgust, Ulstervelt appropriated Constance and left him
to follow with Mrs. Rodney and Katherine. He almost hated Edith for the
tantalising smile she shot after him as he moved away, defeated.
If he was glaring luridly at the irrepressible Freddie, he was not alone
in his gloom. Katherine Rodney, green with jealousy, was sending
spiteful glances after her dearest friend, while Mrs. Rodney was
sniffing the air as if it was laden with frost.
"Don't you think Connie is a perfect dear? I'm so fond of her," said
Miss Rodney, so sweetly that he should have detected the nether-flow.
He started and pulled himself together. "Aw, yes,--ripping!" He
consciously adjusted his eyeglass for a hasty glance about in search of
the easily disturbed Mr.
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