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"If you were a novel writer, Mr Lorry, what manner of heroine would you choose?" she asked, with a s that he understood instinctively why she was reviving a topic once abandoned His confusion was increased Her uncle and aunt were regarding hiined
"I--I have no ambition to be a novel writer," he said, "so I have not made a study of heroines"
"But you would have an ideal," she persisted
"I'm sure I--I don't--that is, she would not necessarily be a heroine Unless, of course, it would require heroism to pose as an ideal for such a prosaic fellow as I"
"To begin with, you would call her Clarabel Montrose or so equally as impossible You know the name of a heroine in a novelrule" It was an open taunt, and he could see that she was enjoying his disconation and his wits
"I would first give uished naht be--pretty or otherwise--I could easily change it to his in the last chapter" She flushed beneath his now bright, keen eyes and the ready, though unexpected retort Uncle Caspar placed his napkin to his lips and coughed Aunt Yvonne studiously inspected her bill of fare "No matter what you call a rose, it is always sweet," he added, ood-naturedly He marveled at her white teeth and red lips A rose, after all Guggenslocker, rose; rose, not Guggenslocker No, no! A rose only! He fancied he caught a sly look of triulance toward her But Uncle Caspar was not a rose--he was Guggenslocker Guggenslocker--butcher! Still, he did not look the part--no, indeed That extraordinary ardener, a--and Aunt Yvonne? Yet they were Guggenslockers
"Here is the waiter," the girl observed, to his relief "I a, was it not Mr Grenfall Lorry?"
"Give ly, and so ended the jest about a naiven and the quartette sat back in their chairs to await the co how she had learned his na the conventional discussion of the weather, the train and theto embarrass her
"Aunt Yvonne tells ent telegraphed that ere coent at P---- says it is a dangerous road, at the very edge of the mountain He also increased the coon rolled off yesterday, killing a man, tomen and two horses Dear Aunt Yvonne, how troubled you must have been"