"The war--what war?" asked Mr. Dosson.
"Why the Franco-German--"
"Oh THAT old war!" And Mr. Dosson almost laughed. "Well?" he mildly continued.
"Then my father"s so good as to make me a decent allowance; and some day I shall have more--from him."
Mr. Dosson appeared to think these things over. "Why, you seem to have fixed it so you live mostly on other folks."
"I shall never attempt to live on you, sir!" This was spoken with some vivacity by our young man; he felt the next moment that he had said something that might provoke a retort. But his companion showed no sharpness.
"Well, I guess there won"t be any trouble about that. And what does my daughter say?"
"I haven"t spoken to her yet."
"Haven"t spoken to the person most interested?"
"I thought it more orthodox to break ground with you first."
"Well, when I was after Mrs. Dosson I guess I spoke to her quick enough," Francie"s father just a little dryly stated. There was an element of reproach in this and Gaston was mystified, for the question about his means a moment before had been in the nature of a challenge.
"How will you feel if she won"t have you after you"ve exposed yourself this way to me?" Mr. Dosson went on.
"Well, I"ve a sort of confidence. It may be vain, but G.o.d grant not! I think she likes me personally, but what I"m afraid of is that she may consider she knows too little about me. She has never seen my people--she doesn"t know what may be before her."
"Do you mean your family--the folks at home?" said Mr. Dosson. "Don"t you believe that. Delia has moused around--SHE has found out. Delia"s thorough!"
"Well, we"re very simple kindly respectable people, as you"ll see in a day or two for yourself. My father and sisters will do themselves the honour to wait upon you," the young man announced with a temerity the sense of which made his voice tremble.
"We shall be very happy to see them, sir," his host cheerfully returned.
"Well now, let"s see," the good gentleman socially mused. "Don"t you expect to embrace any regular occupation?"
Gaston smiled at him as from depths. "Have YOU anything of that sort, sir?"
"Well, you have me there!" Mr. Dosson resignedly sighed. "It doesn"t seem as if I required anything, I"m looked after so well. The fact is the girls support me."
"I shall not expect Miss Francie to support me," said Gaston Probert.
"You"re prepared to enable her to live in the style to which she"s accustomed?" And his friend turned on him an eye as of quite patient speculation.
"Well, I don"t think she"ll miss anything. That is if she does she"ll find other things instead."
"I presume she"ll miss Delia, and even me a little," it occurred to Mr.
Dosson to mention.
"Oh it"s easy to prevent that," the young man threw off.
"Well, of course we shall be on hand." After which Mr. Dosson continued to follow the subject as at the same respectful distance. "You"ll continue to reside in Paris?"
"I"ll live anywhere in the world she likes. Of course my people are here--that"s a great tie. I"m not without hope that it may--with time--become a reason for your daughter," Gaston handsomely wound up.
"Oh any reason"ll do where Paris is concerned. Take some lunch?" Mr.
Dosson added, looking at his watch.
They rose to their feet, but before they had gone many steps--the meals of this amiable family were now served in an adjoining room--the young man stopped his companion. "I can"t tell you how kind I think it--the way you treat me, and how I"m touched by your confidence. You take me just as I am, with no recommendation beyond my own word."
"Well, Mr. Probert," said his host, "if we didn"t like you we wouldn"t smile on you. Recommendations in that case wouldn"t be any good. And since we do like you there ain"t any call for them either. I trust my daughters; if I didn"t I"d have stayed at home. And if I trust them, and they trust you, it"s the same as if _I_ trusted you, ain"t it?"
"I guess it is!" Gaston delightedly smiled.
His companion laid a hand on the door, but paused a moment. "Now are you very sure?"
"I thought I was, but you make me nervous."
"Because there was a gentleman here last year--I"d have put my money on HIM."
Gaston wondered. "A gentleman--last year?"
"Mr. Flack. You met him surely. A very fine man. I thought he rather hit it off with her."
"Seigneur Dieu!" Gaston Probert murmured under his breath.
Mr. Dosson had opened the door; he made his companion pa.s.s into the small dining-room where the table was spread for the noonday breakfast.
"Where are the chickens?" he disappointedly asked. His visitor at first supposed him to have missed a customary dish from the board, but recognised the next moment his usual designation of his daughters. These young ladies presently came in, but Francie looked away from the suitor for her hand. The suggestion just dropped by her father had given him a shock--the idea of the newspaper-man"s personal success with so rare a creature was inconceivable--but her charming way of avoiding his eye convinced him he had nothing to really fear from Mr. Flack.
That night--it had been an exciting day--Delia remarked to her sister that of course she could draw back; upon which as Francie repeated the expression with her so markedly looser grasp, "You can send him a note saying you won"t," Delia explained.
"Won"t marry him?"
"Gracious, no! Won"t go to see his sister. You can tell him it"s her place to come to see you first."
"Oh I don"t care," said Francie wearily.
Delia judged this with all her weight. "Is that the way you answered him when he asked you?"
"I"m sure I don"t know. He could tell you best."
"If you were to speak to ME that way I guess I"d have said "Oh well, if you don"t want it any more than that--!""
"Well, I wish it WAS you," said Francie.
"That Mr. Probert was me?"
"No--that you were the one he"s after."
"Francie Dosson, are you thinking of Mr. Flack?" her sister suddenly broke out.
"No, not much."