“Is it serious? You know—with her.”
“Very, doctor.”
“But it’s awkward. The young lady’s father!”
“Miss Hallam is not answerable for her father’s sins,” said Eaton warmly.
“But the young lady—does she accept?”
Eaton shook his head.
“Not yet,” he said; “and now that the opportunity serves to clinch the matter you want to get me away. Doctor, for once—be human.”
Doctor Woodhouse sat with his chubby face pursed up for a few minutes, gazing down in the young man’s imploring countenance without speaking.
“Well, well,” he said, “I was a boy myself once, and horribly in love. I’ll give you a week, Phil.”
“And I’ll give you a life’s gratitude,” cried the young man joyfully.