“I will try; but I warn you, I am a very bad diplomat.”
Whether Miss Lyon was really a bad diplomat or not, she did not seem to think it at all necessary to sound the General on the subject in the manner Drusilla desired; but as she sat with her grandfather in the drawing-room that night, she suddenly said:
“We are going to have our baby christened next Sunday, grandpa, and his mother wants to name him after you.”
“Does she, indeed, the dear child? I had not expected such a thing,” exclaimed the old man.
“That is, if you have no objection, sir.”
“Objection! why I am delighted!”
“I am glad you like the plan.”
“Like it? why I have never in my life been more pleased or more surprised! I shall make Master Leonard Lyon a very handsome christening present!”
“That’s a darling grandpa! But listen. Don’t say a word to Drusilla about the present, beforehand. She is no more mercenary for her child than she is for herself, and she is the most sensitive person I ever met with in my life.”
“All right, Anna! I shall say nothing of the present. But you, my little housekeeper, you must see that a proper christening feast is prepared to do honor to our boy.”