Her smile, however, was a doubtful one, not expressive of gladness
and entire satisfaction. In mirthful, saucy fashion her thoughts
ran on: "The time has come when he might have a respite from
business. Does he still mean business by coming here? I'm not sure
that I do, although the popular idea seems to be that a girl
should have no vacation in the daily effort to find a husband. I
continually disappoint the good people by insisting that the
husband must find me. I have a presentiment that Mr. Scofield is
looking for me; but there are some kinds of property which cannot
be picked up and carried off, nolens volens, when found."
Scofield had been animated by no such clearly defined purpose as
he was credited with when he sought the summer resort graced by
Miss Madison. His action seemed to him tentative, his motive ill-
defined even in his own consciousness, yet it had been strong
enough to prevent any hesitancy. He knew he was weary from a long
year's work. He purposed to rest and take life very leisurely, and
he had mentally congratulated himself that he was doing a wise
thing in securing proximity to Miss Madison.
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