His response was such a tempest of kisses and embraces that in her
nervous state she was quite panic-stricken.
"George," she gasped, "have mercy on me!"
"I only wished to show you how he felt, so you would have some
sympathy for him."
"If you don't stop," said the almost desperate girl, "I will shut
myself up and not appear till he is gone. I will any way, if you
don't make me a solemn promise."
"Leave out the 'solemn.'"
"No, I won't. Upon your word and honor, promise never to tell what
has happened--my mistake, I mean."
"Oh, Elsie, it's too good to keep," laughed George.
"Now, George, if you tell," sobbed Elsie, "you'll spoil my
holiday, your visit, and everything."
"If you feel that way, you foolish child, of course I won't tell.
Indeed, I suppose I should not, for Stanhope seems half frightened
out of his wits also."
"Serves him right, though I doubt whether he has many to lose,"
said Elsie, spitefully.
"Well, I will do my best to keep in," said George, soothingly, and
stroking her curls. "But you will let it all out; you see.
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