Her eyes held a
wonderful charm for him. There seemed to be a strange union of forces
between her long lashes and the pupils of her eyes, the like of which
he believed he had never met before.
"I've come to see if I can get my meals here," he said. "It is near my
place of business, and I've heard a lot of good things about your
mother's table."
"We always have plenty of room," she answered, simply. "Mother will be
glad to have you. Won't you take a seat?" She sat down on the sofa
and he took a chair opposite her.
"I suppose you enjoyed the party last night," he said, tentatively.
He fancied she raised her brows a little and glanced at him rather
steadily, but she looked down when she replied.
"Yes; Mrs. Bradley always gives us a good time."
"But you were not dancing."
"No, I don't care much for it, and Toot--Mr. Wambush--had sprained his
foot and said he'd rather not dance."
"That was very kind of you. Not many girls would be so considerate of
a fellow's feelings."
She looked down at a brindled cat that came into the room and rubbed
its side against her skirt.
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