She slid into a chair, and sat up very straight and stiff.
“You sent him to me, I suppose?”
“I didn’t, but I have known he meant to speak to you.”
“He wants to marry you!”
“That isn’t news to me.”
“No, I suppose it isn’t. But what has he got to marry on?”
“Now, Uncle Philip, I’m going to say what I think! Justin is your son, and every father owes something to his child. Don’t you think so?”
Davison’s blue eyes snapped, but he would not be angry with this favorite niece.
“Well, yes, I suppose so, if you put it that way.”
“Justin and I have been just the same as engaged for a long time.”