The look very plainly told
him to accept.
The unhappy couple followed the Van Truders to the nearby farmhouse.
They left behind them on the edge of the crowd, seated side by side on
a pile of ties, two miserable partners in the fiasco. Gloomy, indeed,
was the outlook for Miss Courtenay and the despised Mr. Dauntless.
They were silent for many minutes after the departure, rage in their
hearts. Then Mr. Dauntless could hold his tongue no longer.
"Damn her!" he exploded so viciously that Anne jumped and cried out,--
"Mr. Dauntless!"
"Oh, you feel just as I do about it only you won't say it aloud," he
exclaimed. "I won't stand for it!"
"I--I am sure Miss Thursdale has done nothing to deserve your curses,"
she began diplomatically.
"Good Heavens, Miss Courtenay, you--Oh, I say, you know I didn't mean
Eleanor. The old pelican--that's the one. Old Mrs. Intruder," he
grated.
"I am sure it is all quite regular," observed Anne, so seriously that
he looked at her in wonder. It began to creep into his head that his
speculations were wrong, after all. At any rate it seemed advisable to
put a sharp curb on his tongue.
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