“Yes?” inquired Philip. “I’d like to run away with you this minute,” he added. “But the idea of an elopement might not strike you!” Philip had started the little car by this time, and they rolled easily along. “I’m taking you to a quiet little French place where we shall have good things to eat and fine service.”
Over the little table where they sat a long time to visit, Lilian said: “Philip, since you have said so much tonight, and put an end to some of my worries, I want to tell you that you need not be so humble about my liking you.”
“Lilian!” exclaimed Philip under his breath, his eyes lighting up.
“Yes, I believe I’ll tell you how horribly jealous I’ve been of Ann Maria.”
“Honestly? Was that why some of your letters were so cool?”
“Were they? Yes, I suppose so. I’ve trusted you most of the time, though.”
“And you do altogether now?”
“Oh, yes. But you are right about the folks. I’m afraid Mother will think I’m too young to be engaged to you.”
“But how about you, Lilian?”
“I seem to feel pretty grown up, Philip.”