"What does he say?"
"Silly boy! He thinks he's being dignified. He knew we should go
off in the spring--he has known it for six months--that if mother
wouldn't give her consent we should take the thing into our own
hands. They had fair warning, and now he calls it an elopement.
Ridiculous boy--"
"Signorino, domani faremo uno giro--"
"But it will all come right in the end. He has to build us both
up from the beginning again. I wish, though, that Cecil had not
turned so cynical about women. He has, for the second time, quite
altered. Why will men have theories about women? I haven't any
about men. I wish, too, that Mr. Beebe--"
"You may well wish that."
"He will never forgive us--I mean, he will never be interested in
us again. I wish that he did not influence them so much at Windy
Corner. I wish he hadn't-- But if we act the truth, the people
who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run."
"Perhaps." Then he said more gently: "Well, I acted the truth--
the only thing I did do--and you came back to me.
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