CHAPTER VII
IT was ten o'clock before the lights of the repaired motor were seen in the drive, and by the time the ladies had found their wraps and said good-by, and come back to ask Austin to dine the following Saturday, and said good-by again, and come back to ask him if he had noticed whether Mrs. Rolles had been wearing her motor veil when she came in, and had said good-by for the last time and finally gone, it was a good deal later.
It was a lovely spring evening; a half-moon with an edge as sharp as polished steel was shining over the water. Mrs. Rolles settled back into her corner of the car, and as they turned out upon the highway she observed, conversationally, to her daughter:
"That is certainly an unusually attractive young man. If I were your age, Susie, I should be quite desperately in love with him."
"Why, mamma," cried Susie, with some-
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