“I'm finding it very entertaining,” she said. “I never saw so many quaint people. There is one girl, a Miss Dean, whom I am really getting acquainted with. She's as country as can be, but she's very interesting.”
“Humph! she must be. Dean, hey? Daughter of my particular friend, the ancient mariner, I suppose. I don't like to leave you here. What shall I tell your mother?”
“Tell her I am quite safe and in perfectly respectable company.”
“Humph! I can imagine how respectable she'll think it is. Well, I know it's useless to urge if you have made up your mind. I don't see where you get your stubbornness from.”
“Don't you? I can guess.”
“It isn't from your dad. Now do be careful, won't you? If Victor doesn't come soon I shall send the carriage.”
“Oh, he will come. It's all right, Father, dear. I am quite able to take care of myself.”
Her father shook his head. “Yes,” he observed, “I guess you are. All right, Jenkins.”
He got into the carriage and was driven off. Miss Colton turned and walked back to the tables. I relit my cigar.
Another half-hour passed.