“An oversight for which I humbly beg pardon,” said Mr. W——.
Frank was even now, and Mr. W—— had helped him, for which the young man felt decidedly grateful.
Lizzie acknowledged the victory, for she blushed, and made no reply.
Mr. W—— now read the entire report aloud, and said he had no doubt the fullest particulars would be had in the morning papers.
“Dear me,” sighed Frank, when he heard this, “she will be made so much of now in Boston where live heroines are scarce, that I’m afraid she’ll never come back to see us.”
Mr. W—— whispered something to Lizzie, who laughed heartily, and then said:
“Frank, if she only knew you were just dying to see her—you, the heir to millions, and not so bad looking either—she’d never sleep till she got here.”
“Oh, you traitor! you told her just what I said to you at our club-rooms,” said Frank, shaking his finger at Mr. W——.
And so Lizzie had the laugh on her side now.
Mr. Legare insisted on Mr. W—— remaining to dinner, and then he would take him home in his own carriage.