'
'He has not been making love to me,' I said rather tartly, 'and he does not
seem to me at all impertinent, and I really don't care the least whether he
goes or stays.'
Cousin Monica looked in my face with her old waggish smile, and laughed.
'You'll understand those London dandies better some day, dear Maud; they
are very well, but they like money--not to keep, of course--but still they
like it and know its value.'
At breakfast my father told Captain Oakley where he might have shooting, or
if he preferred going to Dilsford, only half an hour's ride, he might have
his choice of hunters, and find the dogs there that morning.
The Captain smiled archly at me, and looked at his aunt. There was a
suspense. I hope I did not show how much I was interested--but it would not
do. Cousin Monica was inexorable.
'Hunting, hawking, fishing, fiddle-de-dee! You know, Charlie, my dear, it
is quite out of the question. He is going to Snodhurst this afternoon, and
without quite a rudeness, in which I should be involved too, he really
can't--you know you can't, Charles! and--and he _must_ go and keep his
engagement.
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