I have something to show you; I had almost forgotten."
"The reading-room?" puzzled.
"Yes. Will you come?"
She nodded her assent, and the two entered the house. Warrington,
having arrived at the writing-desk, bade her sit down. He had an idea.
Patty sat down.
"I want you to write something for me," he said, pushing the pen and
tablet toward her.
"What's the matter with your hand?" she demanded.
"Nothing."
"Then why do you want me to write?"
"I have never seen your handwriting. I'm something of an expert in
that line. I'll read your future."
"But I don't want my future read," rebelliously.
"Well, then, your past."
"Much less my past. Come; you are only beating about the bush. What is
it you want?"
"I want to know," he said quietly, "why you have kept me in ignorance
all this while." He laid the letter on the desk, and placed a finger
on the water-mark. "It wasn't fair to let me compose panegyrics over
it all the while you were laughing in your sleeve. Ah, I've caught
you. You can't get away this time, Patty."
"I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about.
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