"Suppose you go to the door and call her," suggested the father.
An instant later the boy was on the threshold. With the hesitation of perplexity only he peered first to the right and then to the left.
"Miss Bretton!" he called.
"Not even 'Daphne?'" interpolated the man.
With a vague gesture of surprise the boy swung back into the room. 21
"Why—why I never even saw your daughter," he said, "until the night of the dance!"
"What?" cried the man.
Before the interrogative exclamation could even be acknowledged Daphne herself appeared upon the scene.
"Yes,—Mr. Wiltoner?" she faltered.
"Mr. Wiltoner," said her father quite abruptly, "has just made you an offer of marriage."