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man with a mild； vacuous face。 For the past few minutes this young man had been sitting bolt upright on a chair with his hands on his knees； so exactly in the manner of an end…man at a minstrel show that one would hardly have been surprised had he burst into song or asked a conundrum。
Ann followed her father's gaze。
〃Do you mean the man talking to aunt Nesta？ There； they've gone over to speak to Willie Partridge。 Do you mean that one？〃
〃Yes。 Who is he？〃
〃Well； I like that！〃 said Ann。 〃Considering that you introduced him to us！ That's Lord Wisbeach； who came to uncle Peter with a letter of introduction from you。 You met him in Canada。〃
〃I remember now。 I ran across him in British Columbia。 We camped together one night。 I'd never seen him before and I didn't see him again。 He said he wanted a letter to old Pete for some reason； so I scribbled him one in pencil on the back of an envelope。 I've never met any one who played a better game of draw poker。 He cleaned me out。 There's a lot in that fellow； in spite of his looking like a musical edy dude。 He's clever。〃
Ann looked at him meditatively。
〃It's odd that you should be discovering hidden virtues in Lord Wisbeach； father。 I've been trying to make up my mind about him。 He wants me to marry him。〃
〃He does！ I suppose a good many of these young fellows here want the same thing； don't they； Ann？〃 Mr。 Chester looked at his daughter with interest。 Her growing…up and being a beauty had always been a perplexity to him。 He could never rid himself of the impression of her as a long…legged child in short skirts。 〃I suppose you're refusing them all the time？〃
〃Every day from ten to four； with an hour off for lunch。 I keep regular office hours。 Admission on presentation of visiting card。〃
〃And how do you feel about this Lord Wisbeach？〃
〃I don't know；〃 said Ann frankly。 〃He's very nice。 Andwhat is more importanthe's different。 Most of the men I know are all turned out of the same mould。 Lord Wisbeachand one other manare the only two I've met who might not be the brothers of all the rest。〃
〃Who's the other？〃
〃A man I hardly know。 I met him on board ship〃
Mr。 Chester looked at his watch。
〃It's up to you； Ann；〃 he said。 〃There's one fort in being your fatherI don't mean that exactly； I mean that it is a fort to me AS your fatherto know that I need feel no paternal anxiety about you。 I don't have to give you advice。 You've not only got three times the sense that I have； but you're not the sort of girl who would take advice。 You've always known just what you wanted ever since you were a kid。 。 。 。 Well； if you're going to take me down to the boat； we'd better be starting。 Where's the car？〃
〃Waiting outside。 Aren't you going to say good…bye to aunt Nesta？〃
〃Good God； no！〃 exclaimed Mr。 Chester in honest concern。 〃What！ Plunge into that pack of coyotes and fight my way through to her！ I'd be torn to pieces by wild poets。 Besides； it seems silly to make a fuss saying good…bye when I'm only going to be away a short time。 I shan't go any further than Colombia this trip。〃
〃You'll be able to run back for week…ends；〃 said Ann。
She paused at the door to cast a fleeting glance over her shoulder at the fair…haired Lord Wisbeach； who was now in animated conversation with her aunt and Willie Partridge； then she followed her father down the stairs。 She was a little thoughtful as she took her place at the wheel of her automobile。 It was not often that her independent nature craved outside support； but she was half conscious of wishing at the present juncture that she possessed a somewhat less casual father。 She would have liked to ask him to help her decide a problem which had been vexing her for nearly three weeks now； ever since Lord Wisbeach had asked her to marry him and she had promised to give him his answer on her return from England。 She had been back in New York several days now； but she had not been able to make up her mind。 This annoyed her； for she was a girl who liked swift decisiveness of thought and action both in others and in herself。 She was fond of Mr。 Chester in much the same unemotional； detached way that he was fond of her； but she was perfectly well aware of the futility of expecting counsel from him。 She said good…bye to him at the boat； fussed over his fort for awhile in a motherly way； and then drove slowly back。 For the first time in her life she was feeling uncertain of herself。 When she had left for England； she had practically made up her mind to accept Lord Wisbeach； and had only deferred actual acceptance of him because in her cool way she wished to re…examine the position at her leisure。 Second thoughts had brought no revulsion of feeling。 She had not wavered until her arrival in New York。 Then； for some reason which baffled her； the idea of marrying Lord Wisbeach had bee vaguely distasteful。 And now she found herself fluctuating between this mood and her former one。
She reached the house on Riverside Drive； but did not slacken the speed of the machine。 She knew that Lord Wisbeach would be waiting for her there； and she did not wish to meet him just yet。 She wanted to be alone。 She was feeling depressed。 She wondered if this was because she had just departed from her father； and decided that it was。 His swift entrances into and exits from her life always left her temporarily restless。 She drove on up the river。 She meant to decide her problem one way or the other before she returned home。
Lord Wisbeach； meanwhile； was talking to Mrs。 Pett and Willie； its inventor； about Partridgite。 Willie； on hearing himself addressed； had turned slowly with an air of absent self…importance； the air of a great thinker disturbed in mid…thought。 He always looked like that when spoken to； and there were thoseMr。 Pett belonged to this school of thoughtwho held that there was nothing to him beyond that look and that he had built up his reputation as a budding mastermind on a foundation that consisted entirely of a vacant eye； a mop of hair through which he could run his fingers； and the fame of his late father。
Willie Partridge was the son of the great inventor； Dwight Partridge； and it was generally understood that the explosive； Partridgite； was to be the result of a continuation of experiments which his father had been working upon at the time of his death。 That Dwight Partridge had been trying experiments in the direction of a new and powerful explosive during the last year of his life was mon knowledge in those circles which are interested in such things。 Foreign governments were understood to have made tentative overtures to him。 But a sudden illness； ending fatally； had finished the budding career of Partridgite abruptly； and the world had thought no more of it until an interview in the Sunday Chronicle； that store…house of information about interesting people； announced that Willie was carrying on his father's experiments at the point where he had left off。 Since then there had been vague rumours of possible sensational developments； which Willie had neither denied nor confirmed。 He preserved the mysterious silence which went so well with his appearance。
Having turned slowly so that his eyes rested on Lord Wisbeach's ingenuous cou