"Are you going to settle
down, or are you going to travel a bit?" ("After all, he won't be able to
marry Mrs. Crofton for at least another six months," she said to
herself.)
"Oh, I mean to settle down." His answer was quick, decisive, final.
He went on: "My idea is to find a place, not too far from here, that
I can buy; and my plan is to go about and look for it now. That's why
I've hired a motor for a month. Perhaps you'd lend me Timmy, and, if it
wouldn't be improper, one of the girls, now and again? We might go round
and look about a bit."
And then he walked across to where she was standing, and put his hand on
her arm, "How about you?" he asked, "why shouldn't I take you and Timmy a
little jaunt just for a week or so--that would be rather fun, eh?"
She smiled and shook her head.
He took a step back. "Look here, Janet--do try and forgive me--I'm a more
sensible chap than I was, honest Injun!"
"I'm beginning to think you are," she cried, and then they both burst out
laughing.
He lingered a moment. He was longing, longing intensely, to ask her
certain questions. He wanted to know about Betty--what sort of a life
Betty had made for herself.
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