Will you go with
us?" answered David. A look of deep regret, the first he had ever
seen, was in the eyes of Valeria, when she answered:
"You will have to excuse me, I have an engagement for the evening, I
am really sorry, I would like to oblige you." Then, breaking into a
merry laugh, she said:
"Jule will go--ask her. She dotes on missions--both foreign and home,
and all sorts of charity meetings. She has money, too; I've spent
every cent of mine this month already, besides all I could borrow.
Yes, ask her; I know she will, and give, too. I should be sure to go
to sleep or get to plotting some sort of mischief against my nearest
neighbor. I could do you no good, Mr. Carlton."
"Valeria! Excuse me, Miss Fairleigh--will you be serious and listen to
me one moment?"
He urged, but in vain. Not even when his voice sank to low, soft tones
and, with pleading eyes, he whispered: "Go for my sake," would she
consent.
"At least tell me where you are going?" he asked.
"I am going to----. No, I dare not tell. Ma and Jule would not
approve, and even dear, good papa might censure, if he knew it. Here
they come! Julia, Mr. Carlton is waiting to see you."
"Well, David, you have failed! Your countenance is very expressive.
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