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The Golden Chance
ments before dinner to draw him aside and explain the absence of the young lady who was to have been at the dinner to meet Mr. Manning. He was shocked when she confessed that she had impressed the sewing woman into her service and planned the deception on the young millionaire.
to the exclusion of the girl, but as he watched her he had to confess to himself that he could find no fault with her. Her speech and behavior were beyond criticism. He echoed the smile of Mr. Manning, and relapsed . into silence, save for an occasional comment across the table to his wife. It was
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"The only thing you lack is something to relieve the dead whiteness of your throat."
"If he finds out that we've done a thing like this, it will be all up with his half million and all up with the Baldwin contract/' he stormed.
"Don't worry," she told him lightly. "I am a good judge of people, and this girl will make no faux pas."
He was by no means happy over the deception, and he prepared himself for the wrath of Mr. Manning when the young millionaire should discover — as undoubtedly he would discover — the twofold character of the sewing girl who had become the guest.
Nervously he endeavored to aid his wife in monopolizing the conversation
quite evident that Manning was enjoying himself.
Mrs. Hillary beamed upon the young people ; Mr. Manning would surely be as wax in her husband's hands after dinner. She nodded smilingly as the young millionaire slipped an orchid from the table vase and gave it to the girl.
"You will allow me, I think," he said. "Miss Denby makes me think of flowers, and I should like to give her this choicest of all flowers."
With a soft-whispered, "Thank you," Mary fastened the orchid in her corsage. There was no need for rouge in her cheeks now. She had become