A clever thought had entered Mrs. Verne's mind. She is already armed for the occasion hoping that she will come off victor.
"Well, my dear, we will not quarrel over this matter. It seems so foolish, knowing it is only conceit on our part, for I believe that Mr. Lawson is very much interested in Jennie Montgomery."
"Jennie has grown to be a fine girl," remarked Mr. Verne, in a matter-of-fact way.
But the fact did not change his opinion as regards the preference for Marguerite.
"It would perhaps be better that such would be the case," exclaimed the parent, as he was once more closeted in his private apartments looking ever the list of bills and documents awaiting his signature.
In the meantime Mrs. Verne had found her way into the drawing-room, where she was soon after joined by Evelyn and her distinguished betrothed. What a smile greeted the seemingly happy pair! In languid, drawling tones the beauty was relating her adventures of the previous afternoon—the calls made, and the making of a new acquaintance.
"A gentleman from England, did you say, my dear? How delightful! I shall be most happy to meet him."
"And so you shall, dear mamma, for he intends calling upon us very soon."
Mr. Arnold seemed not to notice the radiant smile which illuminated the countenance of his betrothed. Yet it gave him annoyance.
He bit his upper lip and bent closer over the new song that lay open before the piano. "She will sing a different tune before long," was his comment.