He put his hand on my shoulder. He was the
very prototype of the self-respecting, conscientious, prospective father-
in-law.
"Young fellow," he confessed, "I shall end by liking you!" I drove with
Eve for about two hours. We went out nearly as far as Kingston and wound
up in the heart of the West End. I tried to persuade her to walk down Bond
Street, but she shook her head.
"To tell you the truth," she confided, "I am not very fond of being seen
upon the streets. You know how marvelously clever dad is; still we have
been talked about once or twice, and there are several people whom I
shouldn't care about meeting."
I sighed as I looked out of the window toward the jewelers' shops.
"I should very much like," I said, "to buy you an engagement ring."
She laughed at me.
"You absurd person! Why, I am not engaged to you yet!"
"You are very near it," I assured her. "Anyhow, it would be an awfully
good opportunity for you to show me the sort of ring you like."
She shook her head.
"Not to-day," she decided. "Somehow or other I feel that if ever I do let
you, you'll choose just the sort of ring I shall love, without my
interfering. Where did we say we'd pick father up?"
"Here," I answered, as the car came to a standstill outside the Cafe
Royal.
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