Paradise Garden: The Satirical Narrative of a Great Experiment. Gibbs George

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"but the fact is that it's almost if not quite bedtime."

      They got to their feet in some haste, Jerry red as a turkey-cock, the girl, I think, a little pale.

      "Is it—is it Roger?" stammered Jerry. "I hadn't the slightest notion—" And from his appearance I could readily believe him. "Is it dinner—bedtime? Why, of course, it must be." He shuffled his feet awkwardly and looked from me to the girl. "This is—Una, Roger. We've been talking."

      "So I should suppose," I remarked, aware of the cool and rather contemptuous glances that the young lady was sending in my direction. "It's too bad that I interrupted. I hope that Miss—er—"

      "Smith," sniffed the girl.

      "Quite so. I hope that Miss Smith will forgive me. We are a little unused to visitors and of course—"

      "I'm going at once," she said, moving a step or two, but seeing that I stood in the door, hesitated.

      "I don't want you to go yet, please," said Jerry, recovering his coolness amazingly. "I want you and Roger to know each other. I've been telling her all about us, Roger. She's awfully interested. She just happened in, you know. It's all been very agreeable."

      "I don't doubt it in the least," I remarked. "Of course, you have settled all the affairs of the nations between you."

      "Oh, not quite that," laughed Jerry uneasily. "But we did have a talk, didn't we, Una?"

      "I'm sure I—I hadn't the slightest idea how late it was," said the girl stiffly, fingering at her hair.

      "Time passes so quickly when one is amused or interested," I said.

      "I was thinking, Roger, how nice it would be if Una would come to dinner at the Manor."

      "Oh, no, thanks—not now. I must be going."

      "Couldn't you? I'll show you my specimens. Then we could send you on in the machine afterwards."

      "No—no, thanks."

      "Doubtless the friends of Miss—er—Miss Smith will be worried about her."

      She shot a malevolent glance at me.

      "Not at all. I'm accustomed to doing exactly as I please."

      "But I couldn't think of letting you go through the forest alone. It's fully half a mile beyond the wall to the highroad."

      "Thanks, but I won't bother you at all. If you'll let me pass—"

      But Jerry had caught her by the arm.

      "Roger's right," he said quickly. "I didn't think. Of course you can't go alone. I—"

      "If you'll leave it to me, Jerry, I'll see that the lady reaches the highroad in safety. I would suggest that you go at once to the house. I will join you later."

      "But—"

      "Will you do as I ask?"

      Our glances met in a level gaze. There was a moment of rebellion in Jerry's, but it flickered out.

      "I think I know best, Jerry," I said quietly.

      "Yes, but I don't want her to think—"

      "Please don't worry about me," said the girl. "I'm accustomed to looking out for myself." She brushed by me quickly and before I could restrain her, was merged into the shadows of the trees. But Jerry was after her in a hurry while I followed.

      "Please go with Roger," I heard Jerry say when I came up.

      "I don't need a keeper!" she flared at him.

      "Una!"

      "Go, Jerry," I said again.

      He paused but the girl went on, so I followed quickly, and wisely, it seemed, for she wandered blindly and would have been lost in a moment.

      "If you'll follow me," I ventured, "you will find the way out much more quickly. Otherwise you will probably scratch your face."

      I'm sure by the sound of her feet in the dry leaves and her hurried breathing behind me that she would have liked to scratch my face. But she didn't. I think she realized for the first time that without my guidance she would probably spend the rest of the night in the woods.

      "I'm sorry to have been obliged to be so unceremonious," I said at last over my shoulder. No reply. But I wasn't in the least daunted. I had made up my mind that she shouldn't venture in again.

      "It's rather lucky you weren't seen by any of the gamekeepers. You might have spent the night in the lockup."

      Still no reply.

      "You see, the trespass rules here are very strictly enforced. It's too bad you didn't know about them. They've been in force for ten years. This is the first time, I think, that a woman has been inside the wall."

      "I—I'm a stranger," she gasped. "I'm only visiting here."

      "Of course, that explains it. I couldn't imagine your having ventured in otherwise."

      We had come to an opening where the trail was wider and I slowed my pace so that in a moment she walked beside me. She forged ahead at once, but I kept my place.

      "Since you're interested in sociological questions, Miss—er—Smith, perhaps—"

      "You listened?" she asked scornfully.

      "I did," grimly. "I listened for at least ten minutes."

      "I'm sure you're quite welcome," she gasped.

      "Since you're interested in sociological questions," I repeated, "perhaps you may be interested in educational ones."

      "I'm not."

      "That's not consistent, for sociological problems can hardly be solved without the aid of—"

      "Oh!" Her pent-up temper exploded. "I didn't come in here to—to listen to a dissertation on—" Rage choked her and she couldn't go on.

      "I should be very much interested to learn what you did come in for."

      "You're a beast!" she flashed at me.

      "Come now, you don't mean that. As a matter of fact, I'm merely a mild-mannered person of studious instincts hired to carry out a most valuable experiment in comparative psychology."

      "I have no interest in your experiments."

      "Or the object of them?" I put in quickly. She found that difficult to answer.

      "You must admit that my inquiry is natural," I went on suavely. "Since Jerry has just promised to give you his entire fortune, it seems to me only fair that his executors—"

      "Will you be silent?" she cried, stopping suddenly. "It seems that I'm at your mercy. You will at least have the decency to let me go in peace."

      She broke away, running aimlessly. I followed rapidly, my conscience hurting, but my purpose relentless.

      "This way," I said coolly. "You've left the trail."

      "I

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