"Really my dear, we were quite within our rights in approaching the
head waiter. He--"
"He said it was engaged," interrupted the young lady. "R. Schmidt was
the name he gave and I informed him it meant nothing to me. I am very
sorry, Mr. Schmidt. I suppose it was all because I am so accustomed
to having my own way."
"In that case, it is all very easy to understand," said he, "for I
have always longed to be in a position where I could have my own way.
I am sure that if I could have it, I would be a most overbearing,
selfish person."
"We must enquire at the office for the letter, my dear, before--"
"It may have dropped behind the chair," said the girl.
"Right!" cried R. Schmidt, dragging the chair away and pointing in
triumph at the missing letter. He stooped to recover the missive, but
she was quick to forestall him. With a little gasp she pounced upon
it and, like a child proceeded to hold it behind her back. He
stiffened. "I remember that you said it was from your father."
She hesitated an instant and then held it forth for his inspection,
rather adroitly concealing the postmark with her thumb.
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