Mr. Lawson; what is your verdict?" cried she,
giving him a hearty shake of the hand.
"That the law must take its course," said Mr. Verne, who at that
moment entered and gave the young man a warm greeting.
"You have been sadly delinquent of late, Mr. Lawson. I ask the women
folks, and the answer invariably is in the negative. Now, if it were
not that this little country girl is here I would carry you off to
my den."
"Yes, Uncle Verne, it is just such an ungallant thing as you would
do," cried Jennie, giving her head a saucy toss.
"Madge, you are just in time to support our claims."
"Pray enlighten me, dearest," said Marguerite, who, hat in hand,
stood on the threshold.
A second look caused a slight blush to mantle upon her cheek, and
she came forward with a sweet smile and gave her hand to the welcome
guest.
"Mamma has a severe headache and wishes me to convey her regrets to
you, Mr. Lawson," said Marguerite, on her return to the drawing-room
a few minutes later.
After the young girl made the above speech her eyes met those of her
father, and she knew that he felt annoyed. Did he think she had done
wrong? She could not refuse to deliver her mother's message.
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