He said, âIâm Lane Williams, and this is Miss Marianne Warren, daughter of Charles and Caroline Warren.â
âAnd may I have this dance, Miss Marianne?â
Marianne was flustered. He was the best-looking man in the hall as far as she was concerned, and there was something dashing about him, always an extra for a man.
He led her to the dance floor, and soon they were moving around smoothly. âYou dance beautifully, Miss Warren.â
âWhy, thank you, Mr. Robbins. You say youâre new in town?â
âYes, just here on some business.â
âWell, where is your home?â
âOh, out West. I deal in cattle quite a bit. Have a large ranch.â
âOh, how exciting!â
Robbins laughed. âWell, thatâs one way of looking at it, but taking care of a thousand cows is not very exciting. Thatâs why I come East every once in a while just to have some real culture.â
Marianne was fascinated and peppered him with questions about his ranch and his life. He had a smooth voice and had all the wit that one would expect in a man. âYou donât look like a cowboy.â
âWell, I donât wear spurs and chaps and a ten-gallon hat to a ball like this.â Robbins smiled. âWhat does your father do?â
âHe owns an ironworks here in Memphis. Actually, itâs called Warren Steel Mill.â
âAnd you have brothers and sisters?â
âOnly one sister. Sheâs around here somewhere.â
For the rest of the ball, Marianne either danced with Gerald Robbins or else waited for another chance.
When Lane prepared to see her and Sabrina home by going outside and sending for the carriage, Robbins said, âIâm a lonesome bachelor and usually wouldnât be this forward, but thereâs a concert tomorrow in the park. I just wonder if you would accompany me.â
âOh, Iâll have to ask my father. But Iâm sure heâll say yes,â Marianne said.
Robbins bowed slightly. âIâll pick you up, if youâll give me your address, tomorrow. I think the concert begins at two oâclock.â
Marianne watched as he walked away.
After he had returned to the party, Sabrina joined Marianne with their coats.
âOh, I wanted you and Mr. Robbins to meet before we leave. He is so wonderful, Sabrina. I know you will just love him. He is taking me to a concert tomorrow. That is, if Father agrees to his taking me.â
âYou know how to work Father. Just give him that pitiful look you do when you want something, and he will give in as usual. Now letâs go. Lane is waiting for us.â
âBut Mr. Robbins. . .â
âIâll meet him some other time, Marianne, all right? Come along now. My feet hurt. Letâs go home and relax.â
Marianne relented. âWell, I think you will have many other opportunities to meet him as I plan on seeing Mr. Robbins many more times after tonight.â She sighed contentedly as she left with her sister. She knew she would in fact see him in her dreams that very night.
CHAPTER 8
J uly had brought a heat wave into Memphis. Dulcie had washed some of Sabrinaâs finer clothes and was now hanging them out on the line. She mumbled to herself as she often did. âThere comes that no âcount Caesar. Heâs gonna try to get next to me just like he always does, but he ainât gonna have no luck.â
âWell, hello. Howâs my favorite young woman?â Caesar, the carriage driver, was a tall, well-built, handsome black man. He had a beautiful smile and graceful moves that had made him a favorite with the ladies. Now he came and stood next to Dulcie and said, âWhat you been up to today, Miss Dulcie?â
âIâve been eavesdropping.â
Caesar blinked his eyes. âWell, that ainât nice. Who was you eavesdropping on?â
âI was listening to Miss Sabrina and Miss Marianne. Then I listened to
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