"But you will confess that no one else holds the first place--that you love
no one else? You will tell me that much, surely, Dexie?" and he tried to
read the answer in her dark eyes.
"Well, yes, Lancy. I can safely concede that much without committing
myself, but you need not begin to build air castles on that!"
A step sounded on the gravel walk, and Elsie's head appeared through the
swinging vines at the door.
"Here I have been searching for you for half an hour! Whatever have you two
been doing here, all by yourselves? Not love-making, surely; but your face
looks guilty, Dexie," and she looked keenly at her brother, to see what his
earnest tones might have meant.
"Well! you little Paul Pry! we were love-making and love-breaking, both.
You came just in time to hear that my engagement to Lancy is--not a settled
thing," and she laughed at the surprise in Elsie's eyes. "So please unsay
what you told Mrs. Fremont in the parlor last evening. But what are your
wishes, Miss Gurney?"
Elsie returned her bow with great formality and replied "Miss Beatrice
Fremont sends her compliments, and will Mr.