“Certainly. Come and talk as long as you please,” June answered.
“Then dry your eyes and see if you cannot be as brave in this trouble as your brother.”
A half sad smile passed over June’s lips as she said:
“Oh, I shall never be brave like Scott; few people are.”
“I wish I were like Scott.”
June’s lily white face fairly blazed with crimson, and Guy, seeing her confusion, begged her pardon.
If Mr. Linton were just like him, she thought she could have received his attentions with a great deal more pleasure. Mr. Linton had written to her that he should see her in New York, but she hoped he would remain at home; she had no desire to see him now, especially since the unpleasant affair of the elopement.
“Guy,” she said, glad of the opportunity to broach a new subject, “I have been thinking of asking your sister Carrie to come and spend the remainder of the winter with me. I know she is lonely without you, and I am lonely, too.”
“Not without me, certainly,” Guy said in a mocking way.