Kenyon.'
'That is just what George Wentworth says.'
'Does he? I always thought he was a very sensible young man, and now I am
sure of it. Well, I must not stay here gossiping with you on business. I
see the professor is going to finish, and so I shall have to look after
my other guests. If I don't see you again this evening, or have no
opportunity of speaking with you, think over what I have said.'
And then, with the most charming hypocrisy, the young woman thanked the
professor for the music to which she had not listened in the least.
'Well, how did you enjoy yourself?' said Wentworth when they had got
outside again.
It was a clear, starlight night, and they had resolved to walk home
together.
'I enjoyed myself very well indeed,' answered Kenyon; 'much better than I
expected. It was a little awkward at first, but I got over that.'
'I noticed you did--with help.'
'Yes, "with help."'
'If you are inclined to rave, John, now that we are under the stars,
remember I am a close confidant, and a sympathetic listener. I should like
to hear you rave, just to learn how an exasperatingly sensible man acts
under the circumstances.'
'I shall not rave about anything, George, but I will tell you something.
I am going to Canada.'
'Ah, did she speak about that?'
'She did.'
'And of course her advice at once decides the matter, after my most
cogent arguments have failed?'
'Don't be offended, George, but--_it does_.
Pages:
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277