In the big wide hallway, after Amy had kissed
Carolyn and thanked her for her poem and was preparing for the shower of
rice which she had every reason to think she must face, there was a burst
of hysterical laughter from somewhere behind, and Hortense Dunton, to the
sufficing words, "O Bertram, Bertram!" emitted with sufficing clearness,
fainted away.
Her words, if not heard by all the company, were heard by a few to whom
they mattered; and while Hortense, immediately after the departure of the
happy pair, was being revived and led away, they left occasion for thought.
Carolyn Thorpe cast a startled glance. The aunt from Iowa, who knew that
Bertrams did not grow on every bush, and whose senses the function had
preternaturally sharpened for any address from Romance, seized and shook
her sister's arm; and, later on, in a Louis Quinze _causeuse_, up
stairs, they agreed that if young Cope really had had another claimant on
his attention, it was all the better that their Amy had ended by taking
George. And Medora Phillips, in the front hall itself----
Well, to Medora Phillips, in the front hall, much was revealed as in a
lightning-flash, and the revelation was far from agreeable.
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