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Lady Hermione cleverly hid her anger. "Carl," she said, "you must stop seeing either Lindsey or me. I won't have a young
whippersnapper of a girl cutting me out!"
"I never want to see him!" Lindsey answered bitterly.
Lindsey's father, the debonair and dashing Carl Bellairs, was proprietor and chief drawing card of the Happy Hour. He had deserted Lindsey's mother when Lindsey was only a baby, and she had never seen him from that day on. She had grown to hate this father of hers, although she had closely followed in the papers his career as an adventurer, soldier of fortune, and man-about-town with an avid, perverse curiosity. About-town gossips were whispering that the beautiful and wealthy Lady Hermione was the latest to fall victim to his charms.
"I saw him yesterday," Bill said. "He's not a bad sort, really. Why don't you give the man a chance?"
"Did he give my mother a chance?" Lindsey flared. "Did he give me a chance? He ran away from us both and as far as I'm concerned he can stay away!"
Her mood changed abruptly.
"Now turn your back," she called. "Venus is about to arise from the foam."
Bill felt the towel and bathrobe snatched from his arms. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of her slim white body hastily enveloped in the striped flannel folds as she dashed for her dressing room.
It was a new Lindsey who came out a few minutes later, breathlessly beautiful in her smart tailored suit. Bill caught her in his arms and crushed her to him.
"Oh, darling, I love you so!" she murmured, touching his cheek with her fingers, her mouth seeking his.
"Let's not go to the Happy Hour," she said. "I'd prefer a coffee stall. We'd be alone there."
"As you wish, dear," Bill agreed.
• While Bill and Lindsey were lunching in the dark intimacy of the little booth, Carl Bellairs, darkly handsome and distinguished in morning coat and striped trousers, was eyeing the swinging doors anxiously, as he bowed the noonday customers into the Happy Hour, twiddling his long fingers behind his back in nervousness.
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