She looked up in surprise. “Why, father, is there something that you don’t like? Don’t you like it about Dine?”
“Daughter, if you are so blind that you will not see, I must tell you. I like it well enough about Dine, but I do not like it about you?”
Was it about Dr. Towne? How could he object to him? For he could not be aware of her objection.
“I am afraid that you are teasing Gus rather too much.”
“Teasing Gus! I never really teased him in my life. We have never quarrelled even once.”
“I thought that women were quick about such things, but you are as blind as a bat.”
“Such things?” She was making room for a glove box, a pretty one of Russia leather that Gus had given her. “He never cares for what I say!”
“How do you know that?”
“How do I know?” she repeated in perplexity, making space in a corner while she considered her reply. “Don’t you know why he can not be teased by what I say and do?”
“I know this—he has asked me if he may marry you some day.”