“Aunt Lucy will tell you that I have a great deal of executive ability.”
They all laughed.
The tea-table was exquisite as usual. Afterward we had music, Fan and I singing duets, or Mr. Ogden joining us with a very promising tenor voice.
“Can we not all sing?” asked Fanny presently. “Let me play some familiar hymns.”
Mr. Churchill came and stood behind her watching the graceful fingers that dropped such soft, sweet notes. As if he could not resist he added his bass voice, and then we had quite a choir.
“Young ladies, you have given me an exceedingly pleasant evening;” he said as we were preparing to leave. “I hope it may soon be repeated.”
Winthrop and Fanny laughed at each other all the way home. They were not a bit sentimental, and I felt quite relieved. Since the Churchills were so cordial about it, why should I worry?
He came over the next morning with the barouche and two horses to take out Mr. Duncan.
“You didn’t ask such a favor for me?” and Louis’ eyes almost flashed.
“I did not ask anything, or even hint. Why can you not go and enjoy it?”