“I certainly shall not do anything of the kind without a good reason for it.” Starr’s tone was determined and cold.
“And I can give you no reason beyond telling you that he is not such a man as a friend of yours should be.”
“What do you mean?”
“Please do not ask me. Please trust me and give me your promise. At least wait until I can write to your father.”
Starr rose with a look of her father’s stubbornness now in her pretty face.
“I wish to be told,” she demanded angrily.
“You would not wish to be told if you knew,” he answered.
She stood looking at him steadily for a full moment, then with a graceful toss of her lovely head, she said haughtily:
“I must decline to accede to your request, Mr. Endicott. You will excuse me, I have a luncheon engagement now.”
She stood aside for him to go out the door, but as he rose with pleading still in his eyes, he said: