“I regard it as the seal of your approval,” she explained.
“Do you still need the seal of my approval?” he asked.
“It is very comforting to have it. That is what your being here means, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so; but you must remember that I am looking at it from the outside, while you....”
“I know what you mean,” she said, as he hesitated. “There is no reason why you should beat around the bush—I am not a child!”
“Of course—but it has bothered me.”
“It needn’t bother you any longer. It is all right. I had a letter from her this morning—a very splendid letter. Some day I should like to know her.”
Mrs. Davis, to whom M. Noblemaire had been presented, was announcing that Charley had stopped for their notary, since it was necessary they have their own notary.
“But surely, madame,” said M. Noblemaire, who had some English. “Otherwise it would be most irregular.”
Well, so Charley had gone around for him, and should arrive at any moment. And, sure enough, at that moment Charley did arrive with another notary in tow.