What a glorious task--to overcome
her--to teach that lovely, teasing voice gentler words--
He laughed again. Since he had left college he had not been so
interested in what was coming next--not even on the day he met Amelie
Penstoff in St. Petersburg--nor on the day, in Japan, when his friend
Rogers made an appointment with him to meet that little slant-eyed girl,
half Japanese, half French, and whole minx--the beauty!--he could not
even recall her name at this moment--with whom he had had an absorbing
experience he should be quite unwilling to repeat. And now, here was a
girl--a very different sort of girl--who interested him more than any of
them. He wondered what was her name. Whatever it was, he would know it
soon--call her by it--soon.
He went home. He did not tell his grandfather that night. There was not
much use in putting it off, but--somehow--he preferred to wait till
morning. Business sounds more like business--in the morning.
* * * * *
The first result of his telling his grandfather in the morning was a
note from old Matthew Kendrick to old Judge Gray. The note, which almost
chuckled aloud, was as follows:
MY DEAR CALVIN GRAY: Work him--work the rascal hard! He's a lazy chap
with a way with him which plays the deuce with my foolish old heart.
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