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“We don't know you yet,” said David. “You understand that, of course--it
is all so unexpected. I'll say frankly, my boy, that I like you; and
that Alice likes you and has chosen you means much. You have not asked
me for her out and out, but that is what you meant, of course. Will you
let me reserve my word temporarily?”
“Well, that's right,” said Lanny. “You ought to look me up and find out
something about me before you give me anything as precious as Alice. If
she was mine I wouldn't give her to anyone, no matter how good he was.
I'll tell you, Mr. Dean, I don't pretend to be good enough for her; I
don't expect you to find that I am; but I hope you don't find that I'm
too bad for her.”
“And might it not be as well,” said David, “that the engagement be not
widely heralded at present!”
Lanny's face fell.
“I've told mother,” he said. “There is no telling who she has told by
now.”
“I cannot object to your having told your mother,” said David. “But let
us tell no others for the present. Unless you wish to tell your father,”
he added. Then: “Good-by, Mr. Welsh. You understand you will be welcome
here any time.”
David hastened the departure because he saw Lucille Hardcome's low-hung
carriage at his gate, and Lucille descending from it in state. Outside
the door Lanny met Alice and to her query he said:
“He was fine, Alice! He's a fine man. All he wants is time to look me up
a little.”
“The idea!” exclaimed Alice. “And when I have looked you up already,”
but it was said joyfully and she tempered it with a kiss, quite clearly
seen by Lucille Hardcome through the colorless glass of the upper panel
of the front door.
XVII. LUCILLE TO THE RESCUE
LUCILLE HARDCOME, having observed the kiss, instantly pulled the bell,
and Lanny and Alice started apart guiltily, and Alice opened the door.
Seeing Lucille was a relief, for the visitor might have been anyone, and
Lucille further relieved her by pinching her cheek and shaking a playful
finger at her, accompanied by a jingling of many bracelets.
“So this is he!” she teased. “Am I to meet him, Alice, or are you too
jealous to let him know other women!”
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