“We shall see about that,” said Lillie. “One thing at a time. I don’t mean he shall live at Springdale. It’s horridly pokey to live in those little country towns. He must have a house in New York.”
“And a place at Newport for the summer,” said Belle Trevors.
“Yes,” said Lillie, “a cottage in Newport does very well in the season; and then a country place well fitted up to invite company to in the other months of summer.”
“Delightful,” said Belle, “if you can make him do it.”
“See if I don’t,” said Lillie.
“You dear, funny creature, you,—how you do always ride on the top of the wave!” said Belle.
“It’s what I was born for,” said Lillie. “By the by, Belle, I got a letter from Harry last night.”
“Poor fellow, had he heard”—
“Why, of course not. I didn’t want he should till it’s all over. It’s best, you know.”
“He is such a good fellow, and so devoted,—it does seem a pity.”