"
"Yes, I know," she returned, quietly.
"But how could you know?"
"It's the question I asked you about whether you were going to
like living here," she said. "You're about to tell me that now
you know you WILL like it."
"More telepathy!" he exclaimed. "Yes, that was it, precisely. I
suppose the same thing's been said to you so many times that
you----"
"No, it hasn't," Alice said, a little confused for the moment.
"Not at all. I meant----" She paused, then asked in a gentle
voice, "Would you really like to know?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, I was only afraid you didn't mean it."
"See here," he said. "I did mean it. I told you it was being
pretty difficult for me to settle down to things again. Well,
it's more difficult than you know, but I think I can pull through
in fair spirits if I can see a girl like you 'pretty often.'"
"All right," she said, in a business-like tone. "I've told you
that you can if you want to."
"I do want to," he assured her. "I do, indeed!"
"How often is 'pretty often,' Mr. Russell?"
"Would you walk with me sometimes? To-morrow?"
"Sometimes. Not to-morrow. The day after."
"That's splendid!" he said. "You'll walk with me day after
to-morrow, and the night after that I'll see you at Miss Lamb's
dance, won't I?"
But this fell rather chillingly upon Alice.
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