But when the Rajah proposed an adjournment to the gathering-room of the car, and to luncheon therein, he surprised them standing hand-in-hand and laughed. “Hah, you little rebel!” he said. “Do you think you dese've that block of stock I promised you when you should marry? Anseh me, my deah.” She blushed and shook her head, but the brown eyes were dancing. The Rajah opened the car door with his courtliest bow. “Nevertheless, you shall have it, my deah Virginia, if only to remind an old man of the time when he was simple enough to make a business confederate of a cha'ming young woman. Straight on, Misteh Adams; afteh you, Misteh Winton.” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Fool For Love, by Francis Lynde