They were on their way to Niagara; but unexpected business--he is a lawyer--requires him to return home; and I am to be the young lady's escort.

So they have arranged the matter, and I cannot decline, of course." "Why should you ?" Mrs.Dexter schooled her voice.

Its natural expression, at that time, might have betrayed a state of feeling that it would have been treason to exhibit.
"True.

Why should I?
The lady is charming.

I was going to say that she has not her peer." "Why not say it ?" remarked Mrs.Dexter.
"Because," replied Mr.Hendrickson, as his eyes withdrew themselves from the face of Mrs.Dexter, "I do not believe it.