CHAPTER X
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Captain Warren,” asked Caroline, as they were seated at the breakfast table next morning, “what are your plans for to-day?”
Captain Elisha put down his coffee cup and pulled his beard reflectively. Contrary to his usual desire since he came to the apartment to live, he was in no hurry to finish the meal. This breakfast and the dinner of the previous evening had been really pleasant. He had enjoyed them. His niece had not called him uncle again, it is true, and perhaps that was too much to be expected as yet, but she was cheerful and even familiar. They talked as they ate, and he had not been made to feel that he was the death’s head at the feast. The change was marked and very welcome. The bright winter sunshine streaming through the window indicated that the conditions outside were also just what they should be.
“Well,” he replied, with a smile, “I don’t know, Caroline, as I’ve made any definite plans. Let’s see, to-day’s Sunday, ain’t it? Last letter I got from Abbie she sailed into me because, as she said, I seemed to have been ’most everywheres except to meetin’. She figgers New York’s a heathen place, anyhow, and she cal’lates I’m gettin’ to be a backslider like the rest. I didn’t know but I might go to church.”
Caroline nodded. “I wondered if you wouldn’t like to go,” she said. “I am going, and I thought perhaps you would go with me.”
Her uncle had again raised his cup to his lips. Now he set it down with a suddenness which caused the statuesque Edwards to bend forward in anticipation of a smash. The captain started to speak, thought better of it, and stared at his niece so intently that she colored and dropped her eyes.
“I know,” she faltered, “that I haven’t asked you before, but—but—” then, with the impulsiveness which was one of her characteristics, and to her guardian her great charm, she looked him full in the face and added, “but I hoped you would understand that—that I understood a little better. I should like to have your company very much.”
Captain Elisha drew a long breath.