"Come, Redbud!" said Verty, persuasively smiling.
"Oh, no! I think I would like to get the one's I prefer."
And she moved away.
Verty gazed after her with melancholy tenderness—his face lit up with the old dreamy Indian smile. We need not say that the notable scheme suggested by Miss Sallianna—namely, his making love to some one else to try Redbud—had never crossed the ingenuous mind of the young man. From that pure mirror the obscuring breath soon disappeared. He did not wish to try Redbud—he loved her too much; and now he remained silent gazing after her, and wholly unconscious of the existence of Miss Fanny.
That young lady pouted, and uttered an expressive "hum!"
Verty turned his eyes absently toward her.
"You can go, sir, if you don't like my society—I am not anxious to detain you!" said Miss Fanny, with refreshing candor.
"Go where?" said Verty.
"After Redbud."
"She don't want me to."