Only,--he was bound to get her!" "Well, he didn't succeed,--thanks to you, and I don't think he'll ever try it again." "Oh, I'm sure he won't! He's afraid of Bill, all right! Any one would be who had seen the gleam in Cousin William's eyes when he fired Mr.
Merritt!" Azalea laughed a little at the recollection,--then she sighed.
"Why the sigh ?" asked Van Reypen, looking at the expressive face of the girl, as her smile faded and her sensitive mouth drooped at the corners.
"Oh,--nothing--and everything! Don't ask questions!" She shook her shoulders as if flinging off a troublesome thought.

"I want to forget the whole subject,--let's talk of other things." "All right,--let's.

Let's talk of my unworthy self, for instance." "Why do you say your 'unworthy self'?
Because you so look on yourself?
or for the sake of being contradicted?
or just for nonsense ?" The brown eyes smiled into his, and Azalea looked very roguish and saucy as she demanded an answer.
"Habit, I daresay.

It's considered the thing for one to look upon himself as unworthy.

Of course, I'm not all to the bad!" "No, I suppose not.