"There was a great deal of talk," said Vance--he must make doubly sure of
Terence now. "And they even started a little lynching party. But we
stopped all that. Gainor made a very nice little speech about you. And
now Elizabeth is waiting for you in the library."
Terry bit his lip.
"And she?" he asked anxiously.
"There's nothing to worry about," Vance assured him.
"She'll probably read you a curtain lecture. But at heart she's proud of
you because of the way Gainor talked. You can't do anything wrong in my
sister's eyes."
Terry breathed a great sigh of relief.
"But I'm not ashamed of what I've done. I'm really not, Uncle Vance. I'm
afraid that I'd do it over again, under the same circumstances."
"Of course you would. Of course you would, my boy. But you don't have to
blurt that out to Elizabeth, do you? Let her think it was the
overwhelming passion of the moment; something like that. A woman likes to
be appealed to, not defied. Particularly Elizabeth. Take my advice.
She'll open her arms to you after she's been stern as the devil for a
moment."
The boy caught his hand and wrung it.
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