“Ann?” she cried. “Do you mean you’ve fallen in love with my little Ann—already?”
“I mean rather more than that,” he said deliberately. “I mean that I’m going to marry your little Ann.”
His aunt regarded him with a gleam of amusement.
“Ann Lovell is a young woman with a very decided mind of her own,” she observed. “It’s just conceivable she might refuse you.”
Forrester returned her glance with eyes like blue steel.
“It wouldn’t make a bit of difference if she did,” he said laconically.
CHAPTER XIII “FRIENDSHIP IMPLIES TRUST”
“Can you put me up? Tony.”