We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
The Golden Chance
95
"My dear, our little scheme has been a complete success," she cried. "Mr. Manning came back from the motor drive in the best of spirits, and when my husband buttonholed him in the library he wrote his check for the required amount without any hesitation. Oh, the plan has been a wonderful success !"
"I hope there's nothing — nothing crooked about the scheme," said Mary doubtfully, relapsing for a moment into the language of Cherry Street.
"I think I understand what you mean," answered Mrs. Hillary, with a smile, "but I assure you it is all aboveboard. My husband is a very shrewd business man, and w h e n he says a proposition i s a good one, you can absolutely rely on it being good. It will net Mr. Manning a big percentage, and it will save us from bankruptcy. My dear, you have worked wonders."
"Then I suppose you won't need me " began Mary.
■'Nonsense! Of course I will need you. You are going to stay overnight and remain my guest till our . young millionaire starts West. Now, when you are quite ready, come down. I will try, with the assistance of the other guests, to keep h i m interested till you put in an appearance."
Mrs. Hillary
tripped off, shaking her fan roguishly at the girl.
She found Roger Manning the center of a group of girls. Laughing eyes invited him, but failed to arouse more than a passing interest. The bared shoulders and fair faces had their appeal for most masculine eyes, but apparently not for Mr. Manning's.
Mrs. Hillary bore down upon him. "Our little friend Miss Denby will join us in a few minutes." she told him.
His expression of listlessness vanished instantly. He exchanged a few commonplaces with the hostess, but his gaze was fixed on the broad staircase. She came at last, a lovelv vision in
;I am only interested in — you.'