“I might try for that myself if you think it would please her,” said the lover.
“Please her! And I should be Lady Murchison!” she let fall upon his ravished ears. “Why, Lorne, she’d just worship us both! But you’ll never do it.”
“Why not?”
Dora looked at him with pretty speculation. She had reasons for supposing that she did admire the young man.
“You’re too nice,” she said.
“That isn’t good enough,” he responded, and drew her nearer.
“Then why did you ask me?—No, Lorne, you are not to. Suppose Father came in?”
“I shouldn’t mind—Father’s on my side, I think.”
“Father isn’t on anybody’s side,” said his daughter, wisely.
“Dora, let me speak to him!”