"You must! I've saved him. Scott, make him say he will! Kathleen, this is really too annoying! A girl plans and plans and pictures to herself the happiness and surprise she's going to give a man, and he's too stupid to comprehend——"
"Meaning me!" observed Duane. "But I leave it to you, Scott; a man can't do such a thing decently——"
"Oh, you silly people," laughed Kathleen; "you may never again see that boar. Denman, keeper at Northgate when Mr. Atwood owned the estate, told me that everybody had been after that boar and nobody ever got a shot at him. Which," she added, "does not surprise me, as there are some hundred square miles of mountain and forest on this estate, and Scott is lazy and aging very fast."
"By the way, Sis, you say you got a four-year near The Green Pass?"
She nodded, busy with her bon-bon.
"Was it exciting?" asked Duane, secretly eaten up with pride over her achievements and sportsmanship.
"No, not very." She went on with her bon-bon, then glanced up at her brother, askance, like a bad child afraid of being reported.
"Old Miller is so fussy," she said—"the old, spoilt tyrant! He is really very absurd sometimes."
"Oho!" said Scott suspiciously, "so Miller is coming to me again!"
"He—I'm afraid he is. Did you," appealing to Kathleen, "ever know a more obstinate, unreasoning old man——"