When they
had quite disappeared, Gerard threw down the wrench he had in his
hand, and said we'd now have that talk he had been trying to get
with me for the past month.
"'We'll do the gears first, thank you,' I said.
"'Gears!' he exclaimed, 'there's nothing the matter with the
gears. I thought you were chauffeur enough for that'
"'But you said--' I began.
"I can make this car move in five minutes,' he said, climbing
into the tonneau and motioning with his hand for me to take the
other seat.
"Of course I obeyed him. I didn't want to, but somehow when
Gerard wants a thing I always do it. They say every woman finds
her master, and though I hate to admit it even to myself, I
suppose Gerard is mine. But I hid it all I could and I dare say
I was pretty successful. It care all the easier because Gerard
himself was kind of embarrassed, and he colored up and stammered
while I sat in the tonneau, waiting for him to begin.
"'I thought you said you were going to talk,' I said.
"'Jess,' he said, 'my sister is going to get married.'
"Now, this was news, indeed. She was lots old older than Gerard
--forty years old, if a day--and a chronic invalid.
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