“You are down early,” he said as he greeted her, and was passing on to the carriage.
“Just one minute, grandfather!” she exclaimed, and how her heart beat. He turned his erect form in some surprise, and his cold eyes met the girlish ones.
“She's a stunning creature,” he thought, as the sunlight bathed her young beauty; but his face was impenetrable, and Eloise nerved herself.
“Were you thinking of going golfing this afternoon?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I thought you said something about it at dinner last evening. Would you let me go with you?”
Mr. Evringham, much astonished, raised his eyebrows and took off the hat which he had replaced.
“Such a request from youth and beauty is a command,” he returned with a slight bow.
Tears sprang to the girl's eyes. “Don't make fun of me, grandfather!” she exclaimed impulsively.
“Not for worlds,” he returned. “You will do the laughing when you see me drive. My hand seems to have lost its cunning this spring. Shall we say four-thirty? Very well. Good-morning.”