“Miss Cameron,” Dick prompted. “Of course I remember.”
“And remember your telling me that this time it's the real thing?”
“And it IS the real thing!”
“You haven't—excuse me—asked her to marry you yet?”
“No. I've been trying to get up my nerve.”
“Here's where you've got to excuse me once more, Dick—it's not my business to tell you what should be your relations with your family—but have you told your sister?”
“No.” Dick hesitated. “I suppose I should. But I hadn't thought of it—yet. You see—” Again Dick hesitated.
“Yes?” prompted Larry.
“There are her relatives—that cousin and uncle. I guess it must have been my thinking of them that prevented my thinking of what you suggest.”
“But you told me they hadn't interfered much, and never would interfere.” Larry gently pressed his point: “And look at it from Miss Cameron's angle of view. If it's the real thing, and you're behaving that way toward her, hasn't she good grounds for thinking it strange that you haven't introduced her to your family?”