“Don’t dance? Won’t dance, you mean. You’re getting too lazy to move. If Robert is willing to dance occasionally I think you might.”
“Robert’s got it on me in lightness,” Lester replied, airily.
“And politeness,” retorted Louise.
“Be that as it may,” said Lester.
“Don’t try to stir up a fight, Louise,” observed Robert, sagely.
After dinner they adjourned to the library, and Robert talked with his brother a little on business. There were some contracts coming up for revision. He wanted to see what suggestions Lester had to make. Louise was going to a party, and the carriage was now announced. “So you are not coming?” she asked, a trifle complainingly.
“Too tired,” said Lester lightly. “Make my excuses to Mrs. Knowles.”
“Letty Pace asked about you the other night,” Louise called back from the door.
“Kind,” replied Lester. “I’m greatly obliged.”
“She’s a nice girl, Lester,” put in his father, who was standing near the open fire. “I only wish you would marry her and settle down. You’d have a good wife in her.”