“I do!”
After a moment, her eyes drooped before his steady gaze, and he saw she had long lashes that almost touched her cheeks.
“Mr. Merriwell.”
“Yes, Miss Darling.”
“I am afraid it may seem bold, and I know you think me far too forward now——”
“No, no—I protest!”
“I can’t help it if you do think so. I can’t be strictly conventional at all times. We are standing in the street, where we must attract more or less notice. There is my carriage. Will you ride with me?”
“With pleasure.”
The footman in livery held open the door for them to enter, and then that door closed behind them. The dignified footman ascended to his seat, and the coachman started up the horses. The closed carriage rolled away.
For some moments Frank and Fanny were silent, both seeming embarrassed. At last, he asked her about the burns she had received, and they chatted in a commonplace way for some time.