"On the contrary," he assured her, "you found your way just a
little further into my heart."
"It seems to me, in a general sort of way," Margaret observed,
leaning back in her chair, "that you and my father are becoming
extraordinarily friendly, Cynthia."
"I am hopefully in love with your father," Lady Cynthia
confessed. "It has been coming on for a long time. I suspected
it the first time I ever met him. Now I am absolutely certain."
"It's quite a new idea," Margaret remarked. "Shall we like her
in the family, Francis?"
"No airs!" Lady Cynthia warned her. "You two are not properly
engaged yet. It may devolve upon me to give my consent."
"In that case," Francis replied, "I hope that we may at least
count upon your influence with Sir Timothy?"
"If you'll return the compliment and urge my suit with him," Lady
Cynthia laughed. "I am afraid he can't quite make up his mind
about me, and I am so nice. I haven't flirted nearly so much as
people think, and my instincts are really quite domestic."
"My position," Sir Timothy remarked, as he made an unsuccessful
attempt to possess himself of the bill which Francis had called
for, "is becoming a little difficult."
"Not really difficult," Lady Cynthia objected, "because the real
decision rests in your hands.
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