"Want you!" With his impulsive lips on hers she had her answer, and there Burke Denby found his.
CHAPTER II
AN ONLY SON
Proud, and blissfully happy in his victory, Burke went to his father; and to his father (so far as the latter himself was concerned) he carried a bombshell.
For two reasons John Denby had failed to see what was taking place in his own home. First, because it would never have occurred to him that his son could fall in love with a nursemaid; secondly, because he had systematically absented himself from the house during the most of his sister's visit, preferring to take his sister away with him for drives and walks rather than to stay in the noisy confusion of toys and babies that his home had become. Because of all this, therefore, he was totally unprepared for what his son was bringing to him.
He welcomed the young man with affectionate heartiness.
"Well, my boy, it's good to see you! Where have you been keeping yourself all these two weeks?"
"Why, dad, I've been right here—in fact, I've been very much right here!"
The conscious color that crept to the boy's forehead should have been illuminating. But it was not.