Miss Sue,
however, is a little chilly. She's on the fence yet. Jupiter! I AM
tired. Oh, well, I don't believe I'll have seven years of this
kind of thing. You were right, though, old man, if your Rachel was
like mine. What's that rustle in the other room? She's dressing
for dinner. So must I; and I'm ready for it. If she has romantic
ideas about love and lost appetites, I'm a goner."
When he descended to the parlor, his old stylish self again, Sue
was there, robed in a gown which he had admired before, revealing
the fact to her by approving glances. But now he said, "You don't
look half so well as you did before."
"I can't say that of you," she replied.
"A man's looks are of no consequence."
"Few men think so."
"Oh, they try to please such critical eyes as I now am meeting."
"And throw dust in them too sometimes."
"Yes; gold dust, often. I haven't much of that."
"It would be a pity to throw it away if you had."
"No matter how much was thrown, I don't think it would blind you,
Miss Banning."
The dining-room door across the hall opened, and the host and
hostess appeared.
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