"Don't!" she begged weakly.
"I guess I'll leave it at that," her father agreed. "Now this little
proposition of yours, Mr. Walmsley, has just got to lie by for a little
time--perhaps only for a very short time. It's a kind of business for us
to make up our minds to part with our liberty or any portion of it.
Meanwhile, if you'd like to take Eve for a motor ride round and meet me
for luncheon, why, the car's outside, and if Eve's agreeable I can pass
the time all right."
I looked at her eagerly. She rose at once to her feet.
"Why, it would be charming, if you have nothing to do, Mr. Walmsley," she
assented. "I'll put my hat on at once."
"I have nothing to do at any time now but to respect your wishes," I
answered firmly, "and wait until you are sensible enough to say Yes to my
little proposition."
She looked back at me from the door with a twinkle in her eyes.
"You know," she said, "before I came over I was told that Englishmen were
rather slow. I shall begin to doubt it. You wouldn't describe yourself
exactly as shy, would you, Mr. Walmsley?"
"I don't know about that," I replied; "but we have other traits as well.
We know what we want; very often we get it."
Mr. Parker rose to his feet.
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