And at four he came with a parcel. Her eyes brightened at sight of it. “I, too, have a package,” said she.
“So I see. What is it?”
“Your forty-one thousand in Governments.”
“But Governments are worth more.”
The girl laughed. “Not a cent. I didn’t say forty-one thousand par. I had the exact calculation made at the bank.”
“What an ass I am, to forget you were Daniel Richmond’s daughter.”
“Give me my railway bonds.”
The exchange was made, he pretending that he did not dare release his hold on his package until she had given him a hold on hers. The waiters, idle in the restaurant at that hour, grinned at the sight of so much gayety in two such superior-looking, young people. And it certainly did look like a love affair—an engagement. Nor is it surprising that Peter, full of the sense of having done her quite a favor and not without risk to himself, should have again become hopeful that this girl—“such a stunner—and so dead square, too”—might be thinking more favorably of him.
“Now that these things are straightened out, Beatrice,” said he, “and as you’ve got over your notions about Wade—why not give me a chance?”
She laughed. “Allie’s affianced!” mocked she.