“Quite sure.”
“Oh, I wish you could find him, and I can’t help thinkin’ how nice it would be if you two was to get married.”
“I shall probably never get married,” said Miss Elsworth, 160 while a strange light came into her eyes. “But I shall be glad to help you to be happier, if I can.”
“You are an angel, anyway.”
“A very wicked angel,” said Miss Elsworth, as she turned to her desk.
Blanche Elsworth finished her writing, and turning to Mrs. Morris she said:
“Mrs. Morris, I shall expect you to keep very quiet in regard to my business. I am really obliged to entrust to your knowledge some things which I must ask you to keep entirely to yourself.”
“La me, I don’t know anybody to tell anything to, and I’d never tell if I did. I’m sure I wouldn’t do anything mean, when you’ve took such an interest in my son. Whereabouts in the country do you think you’ll go?”
“I am not certain of going at all yet.”
“Well, when you do get ready, it’ll be all right; but I do hope you’ll find my poor Charley somewhere. You an’ him would make the beautifulest lookin’ couple on top o’ ground.”