CHAPTER XXXIII.
‘Read in Senec, and read eke in Boece,
There shall ye see express, that it no drede is,
That he is gentle that doth gentle deedes.’
Crosby looks a little surprised at finding Susan here.
‘How d’ye do?’ again says he.
Susan, without enthusiasm, gives him her hand. She is busy wondering what could have brought him in here, of all places. Fond of chocolates, perhaps.
‘Why, there you are, Bonnie,’ says Mr. Crosby gaily. ‘No wonder I didn’t see you in that nice big chair. How d’ye do, Miss Ricketty? I hope you have been behaving yourself properly since last I saw you.’
‘Oh, Mr. Crosby!’ The old maid shakes her head at him with delight.
‘No fresh flirtations, I trust.’