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 pass 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.
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