"
Reggie picked up his hat.
"There is something more in this," he said didactically, "than meets the
eye!"
"Machiavellian!" I scoffed. "Be off, Reggie!"
I had tea with Eve that afternoon and broached the subject of Reggie's
visit as delicately as I could.
"You remember Lord Reggie Sidley?" I asked.
"Lord Reggie what!" Eve exclaimed.
"Sidley," I repeated firmly. "He spent three weeks with you out at your
home in Okata. His threatened arrival last night was the cause of your
father's precipitate retreat, and yours."
"Oh, that young man!" Eve remarked airily. "Well, what about him?"
"He has been round to see me this morning," I told her--"wanted your
address."
She sighed.
"London will be getting too hot for us soon!" she murmured. "Am I engaged
to him or anything?"
"Eve," I said, "when are you going to let me announce our engagement?"
"Our what?" she demanded.
"Engagement," I repeated. "I have proposed to you two or three times. I
will do it again if you like."
"Pray don't!" she begged. "You are not going to tell me, are you," she
added, looking at me with wide-open eyes, "that I have accepted you?"
"You haven't refused me," I pointed out.
"If I haven't," she assured me, "it has been simply to save your
feelings.
Pages:
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120