For about six weeks ago she told me that--some time in
the dim future, of course--she might possibly be prevailed upon to
marry me!"
Uncle Mat declared afterwards that this last shock was too much for him,
and that he swooned away. But all that Austin and Sylvia could remember
was that after a moment of electrified silence, he embraced them both,
exclaiming, "Bless my stars! I never for one moment suspected that she
had that much sense!"
CHAPTER XIV
"Are you two young idiots going out again this evening?" asked Uncle Mat
as the three were eating their dessert, glancing from Sylvia's low-necked
white gown to Austin's immaculate dress-suit.
"No. This is entirely in each other's honor. But I hope you are, for I
want to talk to Austin."
"Good gracious! What have you been doing all day? What do you expect
_me_ to do?"
"You can go to your club and have five nice long rubbers of bridge," said
Sylvia mercilessly, "and when you come back, please cough in the hall."
"I want to write a few lines to my mother, after I've had a little talk
with Mr.
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