Paul Stone, reading his newspaper, had paid no attention to the low-toned conversation between his two companions.
Presently Dr. Shaw said:
“Now, my dear, if you will be so good as to order my gig, I think we will go.”
“No, you won’t go! I sent the gig to the stable, not to have it brought out until night. You and Mr. Stone must really stay and spend the whole day, unless there is some insuperable objection to your doing so,” said Roma.
“There is no such thing, my dear, but we really did not come with any such intention, for we did not know what your engagements might be.”
“I have no engagements for the day—for any day, I might add.”
“Then we shall be happy to stay. What do you say, young brother? Shall we spend the day with Miss Fronde, and go home by the light of the moon?—there is a moon to-night.”
“With all my heart,” said the young clergyman. Then, turning to their hostess, he bowed, smiled, and added: “I thank you, Miss Fronde.”
“You favor me, sir,” said Roma.
So they stayed and spent the day, and went home late in the evening.