You want me to wait and then--"
"Miss Bleema, is my promise to you enough that there's no trick? On my
respect for your parents and grandmother, there's no trick. If it is
only to please them, wait those few weeks and do it more dignified. If
it's got to be, then it's got to be. Am I right, Pelz?"
Mr. Pelz turned away, nodding his head, but with lips too wry to speak.
"O my God, yes! Mr. Feist, you're right. Bleema, promise us! Promise!"
"Just a matter of a few weeks more or less, Miss Bleema. Just so your
parents are satisfied you know your own mind."
"I do!"
"Then, I say, if you still feel as you do, not even they have the right
to interfere."
"Promise us, Bleema; promise us that!"
"I--I'll be engaged on your word of honor--without any fussing about
it?"
"An engaged girl, Miss Bleema, like any other engaged girl."
"But dad--look at him--he won't--p-promise," trembling into tears.
"Of course he will--won't you, Pelz? And you know the reputation your
father has for a man of his word."
"Will--will he promise?"
"You do; don't you, Pelz?"
Again the nod from the bitter inverted features.
"Now, Miss Bleema?"
"Well then, I--I--p-promise.
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