"There," said she, turning away with a little laugh, but speaking over
her shoulder, "you ought to be satisfied with that. That's certainly
much better than being thrown out of the window, to wilt in the sun!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE NAILING OF A FLAG
"Well--well--well!" drawled a voice at Richard Kendrick's elbow. "How
are you, old man? Haven't seen you since before the days of Noah! Off to
that country shop of yours? I say, take me along, will you? Time hangs
heavy on my hands just now, and I want to see you anyhow, about a plan
of mine."
"Hop in, Lorimer. Mighty glad to see you. Want to go all the way to
Eastman? That's fine! This is great weather, eh?"
Belden Lorimer hopped in, if that word may be used to express his eager
acceptance rather than the alacrity of his movements, for he was
accustomed to act with as much deliberation as he spoke. He was one of
Richard's college friends, also one of his late intimate companions at
clubs and in social affairs. Lorimer possessed as much money in his own
right as Richard himself, though his expectations were hardly as great.
"To tell the truth," said Lorimer, when the car had left the city and
was bowling along the main travelled highway "up the State," "I wanted
to see you as much as anything to get a good look at you.
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