“She is lovely, and we girls that live with her know. You are both crazy about music, and both—Oh, everything is perfect about it. I’m crazy to see her. But I don’t wonder you want to have them to lunch alone till you know how you stand with Mrs. North. Are you going to tell Mother about it?”
“Right away, before I go.”
“That is good—I think that she will be pleased.”
“Mothers are not always so pleased, but she likes Lilian; she told me so.”
The luncheon went off successfully, Philip and Mrs. North feeling a little more at home together. That evening, also, Philip appeared again at the apartment, and Judge North took his hand at the door. Putting his other hand on Philip’s shoulder, he asked. “Is this the young man that wants to marry my little girl?”
“Yes, sir,” said Philip promptly and with dignity.
“Well, you could do worse!” concluded the judge, to Philip’s astonishment and amusement. The judge laughed, too, saying, “Here, Lilian, tell him what your mother’s conclusions are. We men have small chance, Philip, small chance,” and Judge North shook his head, pretending to be very solemn.
Lilian had her wraps at hand, for Philip was taking her to an entertainment. It was to be Broadway tonight.
Cathalina was over the next morning, The girls had an exciting visit in Lilian’s room, talking over the great event, looking at the ring which expressed so much, and recalling past incidents.
“Do you remember that time when Philip arrived at camp just in time to see you beat me in tennis?”