"I hope it'll turn out so," said Rupert. "Mr. Copley said I might have the pleasure of taking care of you. I should enjoy that, I guess, more than making money."
"Good gracious!" was all the speech Mrs. Copley was capable of. She sat and looked at the young man. So, furtively, did Dolly. He was enjoying his supper; yes, and the prospect too; for a slight flush had risen to his face. It was not a symmetrical face, but honesty was written in every line of it.
"You've got your plans fixed?" Rupert next inquired. "Know just which way you are going? Be sure you are right, and then go ahead, you know."
"We take the boat to Rotterdam," said Dolly.
"Which way, then? Mr. Copley told me so much."
"I don't know," said Mrs. Copley. "If I could once get hold of Mr. Copley we could soon settle it."
"What points do you want to make?"
"Points? I don't want to make any points. I don't know what you mean."
"I mean, where do you want to go in special, between here and Venice? or are there no places you care about?"
"Places? Oh!—Well, yes, there are. I should like to see the place where the battle of Waterloo was fought."