"
"So George has been boosting me, too, has he?" She mused. "I must
say, I'd love to come. That old place got me when I saw it that day."
"That's settled, then," said Lord Marshmoreton masterfully. "Go to
the theatre and tell them--tell whatever is usual in these cases.
And then go home and pack, and meet me at Waterloo at six o'clock.
The train leaves at six-fifteen."
"Return of the wanderer, accompanied by dizzy blonde! You've
certainly got it all fixed, haven't you! Do you think the family
will stand for me?"
"Damn the family!" said Lord Marshmoreton, stoutly.
"There's one thing," said Billie complacently, eyeing her
reflection in the mirror of her vanity-case, "I may glitter in the
fighting-top, but it is genuine. When I was a kid, I was a regular
little tow-head."
"I never supposed for a moment that it was anything but
genuine."
"Then you've got a fine, unsuspicious nature, dadda, and I admire
you for it."
"Six o'clock at Waterloo," said the earl. "I will be waiting for
you."
Billie regarded him with affectionate admiration.
"Boys will be boys," she said. "All right. I'll be there."
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