round. The Foundlings' Board, for one thing."
"Are you interested in foundlings?"
"Not much," said Carmen, frankly. "I'm interested in those that find
them. I told you how hateful that Mrs. Schuyler Blunt is."
"Why don't you cut her? Why don't you make it uncomfortable for her?"
"I can't find out," she said, with a laugh, dropping into the language
of the Street, "anything she is short in, or I would."
"And you want me to get a twist on old Blunt?" and Henderson roared with
laughter at the idea.
"No, indeed. Dear, you are just a goose, socially. It is nothing to you,
but you don't understand what we women have to go through. You don't
know how hard it is--that woman!"
"What has she done?"
"Nothing. That's just it. What do you say in the Street--freeze? Well,
she is trying to freeze me out."
Henderson laughed again. "Oh, I'll back you against the field."
"I don't want to be backed," said Carmen; "I want some sympathy."
"Well, what is your idea?"
"I was going to tell you. Mr. Delancy dropped in this afternoon for a
cup of tea--"
"Oh!"
"Yes, and he knows Mrs. Schuyler Blunt well; they are old friends, and
he is going to arrange it."
"Arrange what?"
"Why, smooth everything out, don't you know. But, Rodney, I do want you
to do something for me; not for me exactly, but about this. Won't you
look out for Mr. Delancy in this deal?"
"Seems to me you are a good deal interested in Jack Delancy," said
Henderson, in a sneering tone. The remark was a mistake, for it gave
Carmen the advantage, and he did not believe it was just. He knew that
Carmen was as passionless as a diamond, whatever even she might pretend
for a purpose.
"Aren't you ashamed!" she cried, with indignation, and her eyes flared
for an instant and then filled with tears. "And I try so hard."
"But I can't look out for all the lame ducks."
"He isn't a duck," said Carmen, using her handkerchief; "I'd hate him
for a duck. It's just to help me, when you know, when you know--and it
is so hard," and the tears came again.
Did Henderson believe? After all, what did it matter? Perhaps, after
all, the woman had a right to her game, as he had to his.
"Oh, well," he said, "don't take on about it. I'll fix it. I'll make a
memorandum this minute. Only don't you bother me in the future with too
many private kites."
Carmen dried her eyes. She did not look triumphant; she just looked
sweet and grateful, like a person who had been h
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