“He’s a nice young man—a perfect gentleman.”
“I haven’t the slightest doubt in the world as to that. And still it’s strange. Were you interested in him from the first day?”
“Perhaps I was. It’s hard to tell.”
“And you really like him?”
“Immensely.”
“Does your father approve of the friendship?”
“Well, he—he doesn’t know anything about it, I suspect. I’ve never had occasion to mention Falcon the Flunky to him, as it were.”
“I think you should have left off that ‘as it were,’ Manzanita. It leads me to believe that you purposely have refrained from mentioning him to Mr. Canby.”
“You’re using some dandy words, Hunt,” she said admiringly.
“You’re not offended, then?”