"I should think so! The idea of anything else! You know I am the apple of his eye!"
"Yes, I know that," remarks Southmead decidedly.
"Very well, then," returns Miss Travenion; "will you be kind enough to get me a letter of credit on California and the West for—for twenty thousand dollars."
This amount for a two or three months' pleasure trip makes Lawrence open his eyes, and the lawyer gives a little deprecating shrug of the shoulders.
"Oh, I don't mean to spend it all," cries Erma. "I am not so extravagant as that. Still, it might be convenient. I might want to buy something in the West. Please get it by to-morrow for me."
"Not later, any way, than the day after," interjects Mrs. Livingston. "It is impossible to put off our trip."
"Oh, it had all been decided before you saw me?" laughs Southmead.
"Certainly. We didn't propose to have any objection made to our taking Erma with us on our trip," says Mrs. Livingston, leaving Mr. Ferdie and Miss Amory, and placing a plump arm round Miss Travenion's waist.
The party have all now risen, apparently ready to leave, and Lawrence and Southmead are compelled to say "Good evening."
As he departs, however, Harry astonishes Miss Travenion. She is a little in advance of her party, and offers him her hand cordially, saying, "Were we not in disorder on account of our preparations for departure, I should ask you to come and see me, Captain Lawrence."