Her father looked at her, but it was evidently a problem question, not as it affected herself, but others.
“Yes,” he replied.
“They talk so much about it.”
“I suppose so. You have . . . no theories, no experience, I suppose?”
“No, I think a man in love must be rather a bore. Good-night, I am very sleepy.”
“Don’t drive any more hansoms, Launa.”
“Very well, father, I won’t.”
CHAPTER VII
Mr. Archer had gone on a trip to Norway.