Harleston," she said presently, "but
don't you think we would better hunt a retired corner and discuss other
matters?"
"If you will dine with me when we've discussed them," he replied.
"It's only six o'clock," she smiled; "will the discussion take so long?"
"It depends somewhat on when you wish to dine, and somewhat on the
character of the discussion."
Her smile grew into a quiet, rippling laugh.
"Come along," she answered. "I've found a secluded nook in the big
red-room downstairs. It's cozy and nice, and I've had the maid reserve
it for me. Afterwards," with a sharp stab of her brown eyes, "I'll
decide whether I'll dine with you."
The place was as she had said, cozy and nice and secluded; and he put
her into it--where the subdued light would fall on her face.
"Very good, sir," she smiled; "I am not afraid of the light."
"Nor would I be if I were you," he replied.
She shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly.
"Why fence?" she asked.
"Why, indeed?" he replied.
"And why, may I ask, did you meet me here this afternoon?"
"Curiosity--later, satisfaction and appreciation."
"And why do you think I wanted to meet you?"
"Heaven knows!" he replied.
"Suppose, Mr. Harleston, we resume the conversation just where we left
off last night.
Pages:
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83