"
"Easily gulled!" laughed Alan Hawke. "I will sweeten' upon Miss
Justine; those thin lips indicate the auri sacra fames. These
miserly Swiss sisters may aid me to approach the veiled Rose Bird."
His delight at fingering the crisp proceeds of Anstruther's check
sent him to the Ouchy steamer in the very happiest of moods,
and, his cup was running over when the birdlike Miss Genie Forbes
descended upon him to announce a meeting on the morrow at Montreux.
"We can do the castle, and essay the airy railroad at Territet
Glion, have a jolly dinner on the hill, and come home on the last
boat! You be sure to meet Phenie and me." The astounded Major
murmured his delight and surprise. "Oh! Popper will let us go
up there. He likes you--he says that you are a thoroughbred. So,
we'll cut the other fellows and come alone. Say, can't you scare
up another fellow like yourself for Phenie?" Whereat Alan Hawke
laughed, and promised to secure an eligible "fellow" among the
migratory Englishmen hovering around Lausanne-Ouchy, and he pledged
a future friendship with the patient Phineas Forbes, who lingered
in the cafe, engulfing cocktails, while "Mother and Phenie were out
shopping." The vivacious Genie had confided to her callous swain
that she had watched him as he lingered on Rousseau's Island.
"I rather thought that you were sick and distressed, you looked
so peaked like, and I was mighty near speaking to you.
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