"Is Harrie very much in love?" Such questioning was consciously
silly, but something had to be said. "Do you think he really loves
the girl?"
"No, I don't. He says he does, of course, but he doesn't love
anything but himself. Making love is a habit with him. Our girls
know how to take the sort of stuff he talks; rather expect it, but
this little creature is obviously a literalist. I imagine Harrie
hardly remembers how it happened. He probably was surprised to find
himself engaged. However, he's determined to go through with it. A
million-dollar mother-in-law has a good deal in her favor. But
something is the matter with the boy. He's not himself."
"Didn't he go away about a year ago, and stay some time? If he could
begin all over--"
"There's nowhere under heaven I wouldn't send him if he'd go with the
purpose of beginning all over, but he won't stay away. About six
months ago he went to South America and stayed four months. Since he
got home he's been worse than ever--reckless, defiant, and drinking
heavily. His health has gone and most of his money; practically all
of it.
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