Possibly, the most genuine.
The Senator smiled affably: "You do not deserve to be disappointed in
either case; but it is later than you imagine; let me help you on the
shorter distance in my carriage; it is at the door."
He accompanied her gravely to the carriage. As it rolled away, she
buried her little figure in its ample cushions and chuckled to herself,
albeit a little hysterically. When she had reached her destination, she
found herself crying, and hastily, and somewhat angrily, dried her eyes
as she drew up at the door of her lodgings.
"How have you prospered?" asked Mr. Harlowe, of counsel for Royal
Thatcher, as he gallantly assisted her from the carriage. "I have
been waiting here for two hours; your interview must have been
prolonged,--that was a good sign."
"Don't ask me now," said Carmen, a little savagely, "I'm worn out and
tired."
Mr. Harlowe bowed. "I trust you will be better to-morrow, for we expect
our friend, Mr. Thatcher."
Carmen's brown cheek flushed slightly.
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