He
asked very particularly after you; and when I told him you were coming
home he said that he should try and manage to come over and see you. But
he is evidently beginning to be rather important, and he can't get away
very easily. He asked a good many questions about you, and wanted to know
if I thought you were happy and well."
"I see." Again the absence of interest in Phyllis's tone was so marked as
to be almost unnatural.
Molly dismissed the subject with a far better executed air of
indifference.
"And you are really going to marry Earl Wyverton," she said. "How nice,
Phyl! Did he make love to you?"
There was a distinct pause before Phyllis replied. "No. There was no
need."
"He didn't!" ejaculated Molly.
"I didn't encourage him to," Phyllis confessed. "He went away directly
after. He said he should come to-morrow and see dad."
"I suppose he's frightfully rich?" said Molly, reflectively.
"Enormously, I believe." A deep red flush rose in Phyllis's face. She had
begun to tremble again in spite of herself. Molly suddenly dropped her
work and leaned forward.
"Phyl, Phyl," she said, softly; "shall I tell you what Jim Freeman said
to me that day? He said that very soon he should be able to support a
wife--and I knew quite well what he meant. I told him I was glad--so
glad. Oh, Phyl, darling, when he comes and asks you to go to him, what
will you say?"
Phyllis looked up with quick protest on her lips.
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