"
"Then he won't budge a single inch!" I replied.
"Ezra?"
"Darling!"
"Suppose I just signed the telegram Van Coon?"
"The very thing!"
"If he misunderstood it--I mean if he thought it really came from
Eleanor--there couldn't be any fuss about it afterward, could
there?"
"And, of course, you'll send the official invitation from Mrs.
Matthewman besides?"
"For Saturday?"
"Yes, Saturday!"
"And you'll come?"
"Just watch me!"
"Ezra, are you happy?"
"That depends on Jones."
"Oh, isn't it exciting?"
"I have the ring in my pocket--"
"But touch wood, won't you?"
"Freddy?"
"Yes--"
"What's the matter with getting some for-get-me-nots and mailing
them to Jones in an envelope?"
"All right, I'll attend to it. Eighteen ninety-two Eighth
Avenue, isn't it?"
"Be sure it is forget-me-nots, you know. Don't mix up the
language of flowers, and send him one that says: 'I'm off with a
handsomer man,' or,' You needn't come round any more!'"
"Oh, Ezra, Eleanor is really getting quite worked up!"
"So am I!"
"Wouldn't it be perfectly splendid if--Switch off quick, here's
aunt coming!"
"Mayn't I even say I love you?"
"I daren't say it back, Ezra--she's calling.
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