I'm as fond of Blakely
as if he were my own son, and you'll feel the same about Elizabeth
when you've known her longer."
"Don't let Dad keep you, Mrs. Porter," I said. "I'm sure you have
many things to attend to."
Blakely's mother who had been standing like one in a dream, now woke
up.
"Yes," she said, "I must be going. I called informally on Elizabeth
to beg you both to come to my dinner to-night."
"I told her we couldn't possibly come," I began. "Nonsense! Of
course we can come," Dad declared. "It will quite upset Blakely if
you don't come, and I shall be so disappointed."
"There, there," said Dad, "you're not going to disappoint Blakely's
mother by refusing."
"No," I replied. "If Mrs. Porter really wants us we shall be
delighted to come."
"If either of you fails me it will make me most unhappy" she said,
and there was a note of sincerity, in her voice that was
unmistakable.
"Thank you," I murmured. "We shall not fail you."
Chapter Ten
When Blakely returned with the grand duke, he came straight to me.
What he expected was an explanation; what he actually received was
the worst scolding of his life. But the poor boy was so apologetic
and so humble, I finally relented, and kissed him, and told him all
about his mother's call, and its surprising consequences.
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