He began to think about what changes in the house would be necessary before she came. He talked this over with Miss Winthrop.
“I wish you could come up and look the place over before Frances gets here,” he said to her one day.
If the color left her face for a second, it came back the next with plenty to spare. The idea was preposterous, and yet it appealed to her strangely.
“I wish I could,” she answered sincerely.
“Well, why can’t you?” he asked.
“It’s impossible––of course,” she said.
“I could arrange a little dinner and ask some one to chaperon,” he suggested.
“It’s out of the question,” she answered firmly. “You can tell me all about it.”
“But telling you about it isn’t like letting you see it,” he said.