"
"Oh, poor dad! Forgive me! But I was overhearing some news of an--
an acquaintance."
"Do you know any of the gentlemen upon whose conversation you are
eavesdropping?"
In financial circles, Mr. Brewster was credited with the
possession of a cold blue eye and a denatured voice of
interrogation, but he seldom succeeded in keeping a twinkle out of
the one and a chuckle out of the other when conversing with his
daughter.
"Not yet," observed that damsel calmly.
"Meaning, I suppose I am to understand--"
"Precisely. Haven't you noticed them looking this way? Presently
they'll be employing all their strategy to meet me. They'll employ
it on you."
Mr. Brewster surveyed the group dubiously.
"In a country such as this, one can't be too--too cau--"
"Too particular, as you were saying," cut in his daughter
cheerfully. "Men are scarce--except Fitzhugh, who is rather less
scarce than I wish he were lately. You know," she added, with a
covert glance at the adjoining table, "I wouldn't be surprised if
you found yourself an extremely popular papa immediately after
dinner. It might even go so far as cigars.
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