"Why, I know him, 'Pick Lawrence.' We were college-mates, class-mates.
He used to be in love with somebody up at his home then; but I
never identified her with your friend. We were great cronies at the
University. He was going to be a lawyer; but I believe somebody died
and he came into a fortune." This history did not appear to surprise
Margaret as much as might have been expected, and she said nothing more
about him.
About a week later Jeff took occasion to ride over to tea, and
announced that his friend Mr. Lawrence had promised to run down and
spend a few weeks with him. Margaret looked so pleased and dwelt so
much on the alleged charms of the expected guest that Jeff, with a
pang of jealousy, suddenly asserted that he "didn't think so much of
Lawrence," that he was one of those fellows who always pretended to be
very much in love with somebody, and was "always changing his clothes."
"That's what girls like," said Margaret, decisively; and this was all
the thanks Jeff received.