"
"You mean you and Reggie Forcus consider yourselves engaged?"
"I think so. But it was so difficult to catch every word in that galop. If
he did not say the _exact words_ he said as much."
"Did he say anything about speaking to papa?"
"No. But I said it."
"_You_ said it, Bessie?"'
"Well, mama! Reggie did not seem to wish to be bothered."
"I see."
"Not quite yet, you understand."
"I see."
In the pause that followed the mother's large eyes, surrounded by dark
rings, and set rather deeply in the dusky paleness of her well-featured
face, dwelt consideringly upon her daughter's round cheeks with their fair
smooth skin, upon her grey-green eyes, and smooth fair hair.
"It is not very satisfactory, I'm afraid, Bessie," she said reluctantly at
length.
Bessie's face fell. "I thought I'd better tell you."
"Certainly, my dear."
"I wonder what we ought to do, mama?"
"To do, Bessie?"
"I thought, perhaps, if Reggie does not speak to papa, that papa might
speak to Reggie?"
Mrs. Day shook a sharply dissenting head. "That would not be the same thing
at all, my dear child."
"What ought we to do, then? I thought you would know. Mothers have to
arrange these things, haven't they?"
"Well, you see, Bessie, usually the young man--"
"I know.
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