I don't give parties."
"But Kitty does. I don't know how you'll go about it, but you'll
find a way to--to make the girl understand she mustn't marry Harrie,
or certainly not for some time. I feel sorry for the child, but--"
"And the other girl--the little cashier-girl? What about her?"
For a moment Selwyn did not seem to understand. "Oh, that girl! I
don't think there'll be any trouble from her. She doesn't seem that
sort. Forget her. You can't do anything. I've tried and failed."
"I may fail, but I haven't tried. You dispose of her as if she
didn't count."
"What can I do? I shouldn't have mentioned her." Selwyn's forehead
ridged frowningly, and, taking out his watch, he looked at it, took
up his hat and coat, and held out his hand.
"Thank you for letting me talk to you. And don't worry about the
other girl. You can't do anything."
"Perhaps I can't, but you said just now one of the many things you
couldn't understand in women was their disregard of other women.
That Mildred would probably give the girl no thought. The rich girl,
you meant.
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