"Why don't you enter your Irish hunter?" asked John, when the talk
veered around to horses again.
"I ride for the mere pleasure of it," replied Warrington; "or, if you
will, I'm too lazy to learn the judges' catechism."
Presently they had him telling how he had written his first play, and
how completely Mrs. Jack had fooled him on their first meeting.
"No, I have not the slightest desire to return to the stage," said
Mrs. Jack, in answer to a casual inquiry made by Warrington.
"Not while I'm around," supplemented John.
"Why, nothing could lure me back to it," Mrs. Jack declared
emphatically. "I am happy. I am very happy. I have nothing to wish
for, save that my happiness may endure."
Mrs. Bennington, who had long since grown to love her daughter-in-law,
smiled benignly.
"You will always be happy, my dear; you were born to be. It is the
just reward for making those around you happy."
"Patty," said Warrington, "would you like the Angora?"
"I should love it dearly."
"Then I'll send it over to you in the morning."
And that was as near as they approached the subject they were tacitly
avoiding.
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