"But I expect you'll go off to old Henson or some other swell presently," he sighed, as she stood before him....
And of course Chaff, barring her face that was best suited with a large shady hat, had given her her testimonial long before.
Buck was furious. The original, genuine Pilgrim of Love had reason enough to know what happened in studios. Young women of high birth (in Louie's case it would probably be a young man) began to take their lunches there, and one day burst into jealous unhappy tears, and after that the Pilgrimage began. But Louie only laughed at him. She reminded him that she had reason to regard herself as a pilgrim too. At that Buck looked hard at her.
"Little woman," he said slowly, "d'you mean—that there is somebody?" Louie laughed again, but more consciously.
"Once or twice lately," Buck continued, still looking hard at her, "I've wondered whether there might be——"
"How can there be, daddy?"
"Well, the other isn't befitting," said Buck, shaking his head and returning to the original point.
"My daddy did it."
"Ah, men's different. For high ladies it—it isn't befitting."
"I'm not a young girl, daddy."