Spencer Coyle hesitated a moment. "What will you do with his young friend?"
She stared, looked round her.
"Mr. Lechmere? Oh, poor little lad! We've been talking about Owen. He admires him so."
"So do I. I should tell you that."
"So do we all. That's why we're in such despair."
"Personally, then, you'd like him to be a soldier?" Spencer Coyle inquired.
"I've quite set my heart on it. I adore the army, and I'm awfully fond of my old playmate," said Miss Julian.
Her interlocutor remembered the young man's own different version of her attitude; but he judged it loyal not to challenge the girl.
"It's not conceivable that your old playmate shouldn't be fond of you. He must therefore wish to please you; and I don't see why—between you—you don't set the matter right."
"Wish to please me!" Miss Julian exclaimed. "I'm sorry to say he shows no such desire. He thinks me an impudent