It's her way to look at things on the humorous side--and I rather
like that. Don't you think it a good sign in a girl?"
"That depends," muttered Will.
"Well, that's how things are. I wanted to tell you. There's nobody
else I should think of talking to about it."
Silence hung between them for a minute or two.
"You'll have to make up your mind pretty soon, I suppose," said
Warburton at length, in a not unpleasant voice.
"That's the worst of it. I don't want to be in a hurry--it's just
what I don't want."
"Doesn't it occur to you," asked Will, as if a sudden idea had
struck him, "that perhaps she's no more in a hurry than you are?"
"It's possible. I shouldn't wonder. But if I seem to be playing the
fool--?"
"That depends on yourself.--But," Will added, with a twinkle in
his eye, "there's just one piece of advice I should like to offer
you."
"Let me have it," replied the other eagerly. "Very good of you, old
man, not to be bored."
"Don't," said Warburton, in an impressive undertone, "don't persuade
Mrs. Cross to change her grocer."
CHAPTER 26
This conversation brought Warburton a short relief. Laughter, even
though it come from the throat rather than the midriff, tends to
dispel morbid humours, and when he woke next morning, after
unusually sound sleep, Will had a pleasure in the sunlight such as
he had not known for a long time. He thought of Norbert Franks, and
chuckled; of Bertha Cross, and smiled.
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