"There's John!" cried Patty, seizing her mother's arm. "And Miss
Challoner, too!"
A moment later the son was holding his mother in a fond embrace. Mrs.
Bennington gave the actress her hand, who ignored it, put her arms
around the mother and kissed her. There was not the slightest
affectation in the act; it was done naturally and sweetly. Mrs.
Bennington was well pleased. But Patty, Miss Challoner hugged Patty
and whispered: "My sister!" If Patty had any doubts, they disappeared
like summer mists in sunshine.
"I'm a rank outsider," Warrington grumbled.
"Surely you did not expect to be kissed!" Patty retorted.
"A man never gives up hoping. Well, Benedick," to John, "I suppose
you've a nice breakfast waiting for us somewhere."
"That I have!" John thwacked Warrington on the shoulder. "It was good
of you to come down with the folks."
"No trouble at all."
They all followed John, who announced that he had a carriage waiting,
large enough to carry them all comfortably. As they crossed over to
the street exit Warrington covertly glanced at Miss Challoner. She was
radiant; there was color on her cheeks and lips; she was happy.
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