You can't keep up a
presentable appearance on LOVE! If I had a daughter who lacked the
brains to understand what I had taught her, that is, her duty as a
member of good society, and talked of making a love match, I would...
But there! You can't understand, I suppose."
She rose and shook the wrinkles from her gown. Captain Elisha
straightened in his chair. "Why, yes, ma'am," he drawled, quietly; "yes,
ma'am, I guess I understand fust-rate."
And suddenly Mrs. Dunn also understood. Her face, which had grown almost
too red for one attached to a member of polite society, grew redder
still. She turned away and walked to the window.
"What nonsense we've been talking!" she said, after a moment's silence.
"I don't see what led us into this silly discussion. Malcolm and your
niece must be having a delightful ride. I almost wish I had gone with
them."
She did wish it, devoutly. Captain Elisha still remained by the fire.
"Automobiles are great things for hustlin' around in," he observed.
"Pity they're such dangerous playthings. Yet I s'pose they're one of the
necessities of up-to-date folks, same as you said, Mrs. Dunn."
"Surely," she asked coldly, "you don't condemn automobiles, Captain
Warren? What would you--return to stage coaches?"
"Not a mite! But I was thinkin' of that poor Moriarty man.
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