CHAPTER XIV
THERE shone a jovial sun overhead on the appointed "day after to-morrow"; a day not cool yet of a temperature friendly to walkers; and the air, powdered with sunshine, had so much life in it that it seemed to sparkle. To Arthur Russell this was a day like a gay companion who pleased him well; but the gay companion at his side pleased him even better. She looked her prettiest, chattered her wittiest, smiled her wistfulest, and delighted him with all together.
"You look so happy it's easy to see your father's taken a good turn," he told her.
"Yes; he has this afternoon, at least," she said. "I might have other reasons for looking cheerful, though."
"For instance?"
"Exactly!" she said, giving him a sweet look just enough mocked by her laughter. "For instance!"
"Well, go on," he begged.
"Isn't it expected?" she asked.
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