"
"Oh! . . . Of course she's the right sort?"
"Perfectly."
"Young?"
"Very. Out last season."
Selwyn rose and began to pace the floor; Kit-Ki, disturbed, looked up,
then resumed her purring.
"There's nothing dishonourable in this, of course," said Selwyn, halting
short.
"No," said the boy. "I went to her mother and asked for her, and was
sent about my business. Then I went to her father. You know him. He was
decent, bland, evasive, but decent. Said his daughter needed a couple of
seasons in London; hinted of some prior attachment. Which is rot;
because she loves me--she admits it. Well, I said to him, 'I'm going to
marry Gladys'; and he laughed and tried to look at his moustache; and
after a while he asked to be excused. I took the count. Then I saw
Gladys at the Craigs', and I said, 'Gladys, if you'll give up the whole
blooming heiress business and come with me, I'll make you the happiest
girl in Manhattan.' And she looked me straight in the eyes and said,
'I'd rather grow up with you than grow old forgetting you.
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