"Ah! I remember them, pink roses everywhere in early December. What a feminine display!"
"But not a feminine subject. I have never met a man whose character impressed me so clearly. He has only begun in the world—those were his own words."
"Well, then, why should he not begin with us? Sir Jules believes that nothing would make a greater stir than his joining our Committee."
"Then why don't you ask him yourself? He's in London until the end of the week."
Silvester did not speak for some minutes. He seemed to have become a little shy of this outspoken wide-eyed daughter of his, who evaded the issue so cleverly.
"I wish you'd write, Gabrielle."
"To Mr. Faber?"
"Yes; you seemed very good friends on the ship. I believe he'd join if you asked him."
She shook her head.
"I don't believe it would make any difference who asked him. I'll write, if you wish it."