"Why not?"
"Too much of an honour for him."
"You need not be afraid of showing him too much honour, for he is willing to give you the greatest man can give to a woman."
Dolly coloured again, and again touched her forehead to her father's forehead and sat so, leaning against him. Maybe with an instinct of hiding her cheeks.
"Father, let us go to Venice!" she began again, leaving Mr. St. Leger. "Just think what fun it would be, to go all together. We have been living so long without you. I believe it would just make mother up. Think of seeing Venice together, father!—and then maybe we would go on to Geneva and get a look at Mont Blanc."
"Geneva is a place for lovers," said Mr. Copley.
"Why?"
"Romantic."
"Can't anybody else be romantic, except that sort of people? I am romantic,—and I do not care a straw about anybody but mother and you."
"Don't tell Mr. St. Leger that."