"Well, no. I don't know that I'd approve of that myself,"
laughed the confident young man. "Hesketh is driving Mrs
Farquharson, and the cutter will easily hold three. Isn't
it lucky there's sleighing?"
"Mother couldn't object to that," said Dora. "Lorne, I
always said you were the dearest fellow! I'll wear a
thick veil, and not a soul will know me."
"Not a soul would in any case," said Lorne. "It'll be a
Jordanville crowd, you know--nobody from Elgin."
"We don't visit much in Jordanville, certainly. Well,
Mother mayn't object. She has a great idea of Mrs
Farquharson, because she has attended eleven Drawing-Rooms
at Ottawa, and one of them was given--held, I should
say--by the Princess Louise."
"I won't promise you eleven," said Lorne, "but there
seems to be a pretty fair chance of one or two."
At this she had a tale for him which charmed his ears.
"I didn't know where to look," she said. "Aunt Emmie,
you know, has a very bad trick of coming into my room
without knocking. Well, in she walked last night, and
found me before the glass PRACTISING MY CURTSEY! I could
have killed her. Pretended she thought I was out."
"Dora, would you like ME to promise something?" he asked,
with a mischievous look.
"Of course, I would. I don't care how much YOU promise.
What?"
But already he repented of his daring, and sat beside
her suddenly conscious and abashed.
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