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"Indeed! And am I ever to learn the reason of your extraordinary behavior?","I'll let you open the door—for luck, Judy," he said, holding out a key. "See if you can guess which door it belongs to.","But here, as you may guess, I found an unexpected obstacle. The young lady was in love with Mr. Alymer, and would have nothing to do with an elderly bachelor like myself. I determined to remove that obstacle; not by death, but by gentler means which would do away with all risk, and place Miss Dallas in my power. Need I say that I allude to the devil-stick?,Of what followed—the bestowing and graceful acceptance of the pretty purse with the hundred dollars, the congratulations and murmurs of surprise that ran about the assembly—Patricia had little knowledge. Those astonishing words of Mr. Benton had so stung and bewildered her that the room swung about her dizzily and she clutched the back of a chair for support. Elinor's stricken face faded in the blurred background of all the other faces, as she flung out vain hands of protest.,Elinor merely stirred and mumbled something indistinct, much to the contrite Patricia's relief.,"Comedy!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, in scorn. "You mean tragedy!","In what direction?","I don't follow you.","You are not my guest," retorted Jen, furiously.,Men are very strange people. They are like those sums in algebra that you think about and worry about and cry about and try to get help from other women about, and then, all of a sudden, X works itself out into perfectly good sense.,"A discovery. What is it?","I've been looking for you everywhere, Miss Pat," she said radiantly. "There's going to be a spread in the cave, and I've phoned home to Judy not to wait for us, as we won't be there for dinner.".