"
"I might try for that myself if you think it would please
her," said the lover.
"Please her! And I should be Lady Murchison!" she let
fall upon his ravished ears. "Why, Lorne, she'd just
worship us both! But you'll never do it."
"Why not?"
Dora looked at him with pretty speculation. She had
reasons for supposing that she did admire the young man.
"You're too nice," she said.
"That isn't good enough," he responded, and drew her
nearer.
"Then why did you ask me?--No, Lorne, you are not to.
Suppose Father came in?"
"I shouldn't mind--Father's on my side, I think."
"Father isn't on anybody's side," said his daughter,
wisely.
"Dora, let me speak to him!"
Miss Milburn gave a clever imitation of a little scream
of horror.
"INDEED I won't! Lorne, you are never, NEVER to do that!
As if we were in a ridiculous English novel!"
"That's the part of an English novel I always like," said
Lorne. "The going and asking. It must about scare the
hero out of a year's growth; but it's a glorious thing
to do--it would be next day, anyhow."
"It's just the sort of thing to please Mother," Dora
meditated, "but she can't be indulged all the time. No,
Lorne, you'll have to leave it to me--when there's anything
to tell."
"There's everything to tell now," said he, who had indeed
nothing to keep back.
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