G. Selden, through the capricious intervention of Fate, if
he had not "got next" to Reuben S. Vanderpoel himself, had most
undisputably "got next" to his favourite daughter.
As the Dunholm carriage rolled down the avenue there reigned for a few
minutes a reflective silence. It was Lady Dunholm who broke it. "That,"
she said in her softly decided voice, "that is a nice girl."
Lord Dunholm's agreeable, humorous smile flickered into evidence.
"That is it," he said. "Thank you, Eleanor, for supplying me with a
quite delightful early Victorian word. I believe I wanted it. She is a
beauty and she is clever. She is a number of other things--but she is
also a nice girl. If you will allow me to say so, I have fallen in love
with her."
"If you will allow me to say so," put in Westholt, "so have I--quite
fatally."
"That," said his father, with speculation in his eye, "is more serious."
CHAPTER XXVI
"WHAT IT MUST BE TO YOU--JUST YOU!"
G. Selden, awakening to consciousness two days later, lay and stared
at the chintz covering of the top of his four-post bed through a few
minutes of vacant amazement. It was a four-post bed he was lying on,
wasn't it? And his leg was bandaged and felt unmovable.
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