"
"When you see this young lady," he observed, "I don't think you will say
she looks like a silly school-girl. She's nearly as tall as I am, for
one thing."
"I hate giraffes," said Miss Burgoyne, tartly, "Do you put a string
round her neck when you go out walking with her?"
He was just on the point of saying something about greenroom manners,
but thought better of it.
"Now, Miss Burgoyne," he said to her, "on Saturday night you are going
to put on your most winning way--you can do it when you like--and you
are going to captivate and fascinate those two people until they'll go
away home with the conviction that you are the most charming and
delightful creature that ever lived. You can do it easily enough if you
like--no one better. You are going to be very nice to them, and you'll
send them away just in love with Grace Mainwaring."
Miss Burgoyne altered her tone a little.
"If I give your giraffe friend those flowers, I suppose you expect me to
tell lies as well?" she asked, with some approach to good-humor.
"About what?"
"Oh, about being delighted to make her acquaintance, and that kind of
thing."
"I have no doubt you will be as pleased to make her acquaintance as she
will be to make yours," said he, "and a few civil words never do any
harm.
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