"Perhaps not," said Lindy, "but as I happened to know, though not from
your telling, that she is to be my mother's heiress, I had a little
curiosity to learn whether you had already proposed or were going--"
"Miss Putnam," said Quincy sternly, "do not complete your sentence. Do
not make me think worse of you than I already do. I beg your pardon for
intruding upon you. I certainly should not have done so had I
anticipated such an interview."
Lindy burst into a flood of tears. Her grief seemed uncontrollable.
Quincy closed the parlor door, thinking that if her cries and sobs were
heard upstairs it would require a double explanation, which it might be
hard for him to give.
He stood and looked at the weeping girl. She had evidently known all
along who her mother's heiress was. She had been fooling him, but for
what reason? Was she in love with him? No, he did not think so; if she
had been she would have confided in him rather than have sought to force
him to confide in her. What could be the motive for her action? Quincy
was nonplussed. He had had considerable experience with society girls,
but they either relied upon languid grace or light repartee.
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