Lee saw only his eyes. She smiled saucily and tossed her head. “I’m to be reckoned with,” she remarked. “There are no pinafores on my plans for the season.”
Randolph threw back his head, and laughed heartily. “Perhaps you suspect that you are going to be a great belle to-night,” he said in a moment.
“I? Oh, Randolph! how can you be sure?”
“The men have planned it between them. Don’t start out to-night oppressed with any doubts.”
Lee clapped her hands. Her eyes flashed with delight.
“Who? Who? Tell me! Of course it was you first of all.”
“You may be sure that I would do everything I could to make you a success; and so would Tom Brannan and Ned Geary. The others you know only by name.”
“I suppose Mr. Geary will propose to-night,” said Lee with resignation. “I am used to you and Tom, but when the others begin I shall really be quite frantic. I suppose I’ll have to tell them about Cecil——”
Randolph threw back his head and laughed again, although he caught in his under lip. “Fancy you marrying a little tin god of an Englishman!”
“That’s enough!”