“It might be worth tryin’, Miss Florence.”
The result of this conversation was that Florence did make up her mind the very next afternoon to seek her old home. She had just reached the front steps, and was about to ascend, when the door opened and Curtis appeared.
He started at sight of his cousin.
“Florence!” he said. “Tell me why you came here?”
“I am anxious about my uncle,” she said. “Tell me, Curtis, how he is.”
“You know he’s never in vigorous health,” said Curtis, evasively.
“But is he as well as usual?”
“He is about the same as ever. One thing would do more for him than anything else.”
“What’s that?”
“Your agreement to marry me,” and he fixed his eyes upon her face eagerly.