A BAYARD OF BROADWAY
But"—his obstinacy rose again, suddenly—"I swear I won't go back on a lady! Nobody offer a lady money in my presence! 'Twon't do, Dill! Get out!"
"Bob," Lawrence urged, despairingly, "if I take Miss Williams wherever she wants to go, and she will accept my escort"—he half turned to her, but his doubt was not evident, if he had it—"will you go to Stebbins?"
Bob stopped short, nearly falling backwards.
"Great head!" he cried. "Never thought old Dilly had it in him ! I'll—I'll consider the prop—the prop—the plan." He yawned widely. "I certainly am sleepy," he observed, sinking on a convenient step.
Dillon shook him and dragged him up.
"Come," he said, shortly, "will you?"
Bob pointed a theatrical finger at them.
"Do you, Dilly, being of sound mind, body, or estate, give me your solemn word of honour as a gentleman to escort Miss Willins wherever she wants to go? Do you?"
"And drop me when your back's turned," inter-
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