"Very well, four o'clock," I replied, and rang off.
"Rather a nice voice," Madge said, eying me. "Think I'll go along, Kit. I've been shut up in school until the mere thought of even a good-looking tailor makes me thrill."
She was so insistent that I had to go to mother finally, and mother told her she would have to practise. She was furious. Really, mother turned out to be a most understanding person. I got to be quite fond of her. We had a chat that afternoon that brought us closer together than ever.
"Things are doing pretty well, mother," I said when she'd finished Madge.
"He must be interested when he would take that absurd name."
"And the Art Gallery! I dare say he has never voluntarily been inside of one in his life."
"Kit," mother said, "what about your father?"
"Haven't you told him?"
"No; he wouldn't understand."
Of course not. I knew men well enough for that. They believe that life and marriage arrange themselves. That it's all a sort of combination of Providence and chance. Predestination plus opportunity!