“Oh, if papa would only take me!” A sudden idea seemed to strike Charlie; he assumed an air of chivalrous sympathy. “When shall you go?” he asked. “Not till to-day week,” she said. “We shan’t get to England till three or four days before it.” Dora knew nothing of the proposed stay in Paris.
“Look here, Miss Bellairs,” said Charlie, “we agreed to stand by one another. I shall wait and go when you do.”
“But think——.”
“I’ve thought.”
“You’re risking everything.”
“If she’ll break it off ten days before, she’ll do the same four days before.”
“If she really loves you she will.”
“Anyhow we’ll stand or fall together.”
“Oh, I oughtn’t to let you, but I can’t refuse. How kind you are!”
“Then that’s settled,” said Charlie, “And we must try to console one another till then.”