Staggchase glanced up with a smile.
"Just now," she remarked, "before you are plunged in the study of the
law, you may do escort duty for me. I am going to call on Berenice
Morison."
"On Miss Morison?"
"Yes. Her grandmother is staying with her. Mr. Frostwinch has gone
abroad, you know, and as the old house belongs to Bee, she is staying
on there."
"But--but she won't care to see me."
"Very likely not," assented his cousin coolly, "but she'll endure you
for my sake."
"I don't like being endured," he retorted, between fun and earnest.
"Besides, she's so much money"--
"You are not such a cad as to be afraid of her money, I hope."
"Not in one way, but don't you see now that she has so much, and I have
lost Aunt Hannah's"--
"Really, Maurice," she interrupted brusquely, "you must learn not to
speak your thoughts out like that! I'm not asking you to go to propose
to Bee. You have the theological habit of taking things with too
dreadful seriousness. Come with me for a call, and don't bother about
consequences and possibilities."
Maurice blushed at his own folly in betraying his secret scruples, but
his cousin spared him any farther teasing, and they went on their way
peacefully.
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