"Take it, old fellow! You're rich now, with
the rose she gave you besides. What is all your wealth compared with the
sacred preciousness of such blossoms! There, don't look so awfully
estactic, or I shall be called upon to ridicule you in the interests of
common sense. So you're in love with the girl at once, and have done
with it. Don't beat about the bush!"
"I'm not sure about it," said Philip, taking the daisies gratefully,
however, and pressing them in his pocket-book. "I don't believe in love
at first sight!"
"I do," returned Lorimer decidedly. "Love is electricity. Two telegrams
are enough to settle the business,--one from the eyes of the man, the
other from those of the woman. You and Miss Gueldmar must have exchanged
a dozen such messages at least."
"And you?" inquired Errington persistently. "You had the same chance as
myself."
George shrugged his shoulders. "My dear boy, there are no wires of
communication between the Sun-angel and myself; nothing but a blank,
innocent landscape, over which perhaps some day, the mild lustre of
friendship may beam.
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