"I think if I could see more of you, Una, I might be better."
"I don't know that I've ever denied you the house," she laughed.
"I—I'm coming soon. But I want you to see my place here—the house, I mean. Couldn't you come with your mother and—and sisters and spend a few days up here?"
"Perhaps it would be time enough for me to answer that question when mother does. I—I am busy, you know."
"Please! And we can have one of our good old chats."
"Yes," and then mischievously, "but you'd better ask Marcia first, don't you think?"
His gaze fell and he reddened.
"I—I don't quite see what Marcia's got to do with it," he muttered.
"Oh, don't you?"
"No."