"Then I must buy it myself!" said Beulah resolutely.
"In the name of common sense, tell me what you will do with it?"
"I don't know yet; keep it, I suppose, until he comes home again.
How much do you suppose the Farleys ask for it?"
"I really cannot conjecture. But, child, you must not think of this. I will see the agent about it, and perhaps I may purchase it, to oblige you. I will not hear of your buying it. Guy certainly cannot contemplate heathenating much longer. There is that eternal door- bell again! Somebody that believes I am constructed of wire and gutta-percha, I dare say."
He leaned back, and watched the door very uneasily. A servant looked in.
"Mr. Leonard, to see Miss Beulah."
"Thank Heaven, it is nobody to see me!" The doctor settled himself comfortably, and laughed at the perturbed expression of Beulah's countenance.
"Ask him to excuse me this evening," said she, without rising.
"Nay, my dear; he was here this afternoon, and you had gone to walk. It would be rude not to see him. Go into the parlor; do, my dear; perhaps he will not detain you long," remonstrated Mrs. Asbury.
Beulah said nothing; she set her lips firmly, rose, and went to the parlor.