"And die of ennui in a year? Not much. I'll go home and make some more money for you—you see, I'd never figured on having to finance a Princess!"
"Dad," very softly.
"Well, what?"
"Do you know, I don't believe he suspects I'm to have any money."
"Neither do I. That's one thing I like about him."
"But you really might come and live with us, dad."
"Oh, no, I mightn't. Besides, there's Nell—What!" he cried, interpreting the sudden pressure of her arms, "you don't mean that she's gone and done it, too!"
"I don't know, dad, but Lord Vernon has been very attentive to her. She hasn't told me anything; I'm only guessing."
Her father gave a long, low whistle.
"Well!" he said. "You've been hustling things up with a vengeance, I must say! There must be something in the atmosphere. It'll be a little lonely in that big New York house without you, Susie."