"No, Robert. I have no narrow prejudices."
"Then you think she would marry you?"
"You saw for yourself how sweetly she smiled on me. Oh, Robert, I am very happy!" and the infatuated young man looked in the seventh heaven of bliss.
"Excuse me for ten minutes, Robert," he said. "I am going into the Sherman House to write a note. I will try to get it to her this evening."
Robert smiled. He was a good deal amused by Palmer's romantic infatuation, but he did not feel called upon to remonstrate with him.
"I will wait for you here," he said.
In fifteen minutes Livingston Palmer returned to his seat.
"Well, have you written the note?" asked Robert.
"Yes, here it is. Cast your eye over it, and see what you think of it."
Robert glanced at the note.