Her young friend more than met it. "He's nicer still if he 'will' love you!"
But Mrs. Gracedew kept her head. "Nicer of course than if he won't! But are you sure this gentleman does love you?"
"As sure as that the other one doesn't."
"Ah, but the other one doesn't know you."
"Yes, thank goodness—and never shall!"
Mrs. Gracedew watched her a little, but on the girl's meeting her eyes turned away with a quick laugh. "You mean of course till it's too late."
"Altogether!" Cora spoke as with quite the measure of the time.
Mrs. Gracedew, revolving a moment in silence, appeared to accept her showing. "Then what's the matter?" she impatiently asked.
"The matter?"
"Your father's objection to the gentleman in the grotto."
Cora now for the first time faltered. "His name."
This for a moment pulled up her friend, in whom, however, relief seemed to contend with alarm. "Only his name?"
"Yes, but———" Cora's eyes rolled.
Her companion invitingly laughed. "But it's enough?"
