“That’s a foregone conclusion,” said Jim Kenerley to Farnsworth, as he glanced at Patty and Philip.
“Nonsense,” said Adèle. “Patty isn’t thinking of conclusions yet. But I must say it would be a very satisfactory match.”
“Yes, Mr. Van Reypen seems to be a fine fellow,” agreed Farnsworth.
When they reached home, Patty said good-night, declaring she was weary enough to go straight to bed at once.
“Will you come down again later, if you’re hungry?” said Philip, smiling at the recollection of Christmas Eve.
“No,” and Patty flashed her dimples at him; and knowing that Farnsworth was listening, she added, “There’s no moonlight to-night!”
“Moonlight does help,” said Philip. “Good-night, Little Bo-Peep.”
“Good-night, Bobby Shafto,” and Patty started upstairs, then turned, and holding out her hand to Farnsworth, said “Good-night, King Lear; shall I see you in the morning?”
“No; I leave on the early train,” said Farnsworth, abruptly. “Good-night, Patty, and good-bye.”
He turned away, toward Daisy, and Patty went on upstairs.