"I thought he only meant her to know--when he could go himself," he said
quietly.
"He made me promise."
Boswell leaned forward and drew the cup from the table, and in one long
draught drank the cold, weak tea. When he spoke again the conversation
was set in a different channel.
"I hardly know what I expected to find you, Miss Glenn," he said with his
rare, sweet smile. "You evidently seemed more a child to Farwell than you
do to me. That was natural. Now that we have become acquainted I hope you
will accept my help and hospitality until your own plans are formed. I
can make you very comfortable in my town home. I am sure I can place you
in the best training school in the city; I have some influence there. But
before you settle to your hard work you will let me play host, as Farwell
would in my place? This would be a great pleasure to me."
What there was in the words and tone Priscilla could never tell, but
at once the future seemed secure, and the present placed on a sound
foundation. Every disturbing element was eliminated and the whole
situation put upon a perfectly commonplace basis.
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