"
"And everything was rather splendid to begin with, and has
lasted. And so were you, Eudora, and you have lasted. Well,
what about my answer, dear girl?"
"You have to hear something first."
Lawton laughed. "A confession?"
Eudora held her head proudly. "No, not exactly," said she. "I am
not sure that I have ever had anything to confess."
"You never were sure, you proud creature."
"I am not now. I never intended to deceive you, but you were
deceived. I did intend to deceive others, others who had no right
to know. I do not feel that I owe them any explanation. I do owe
you one, although I do not feel that I have done anything wrong.
Still, I cannot allow you to remain deceived."
"Well, what is it, dear?"
Eudora looked at him. "You remember that afternoon when you met
me with the baby-carriage?"
"Well, I should think so. My memory has not failed me in three
days."
"You thought I had a baby in that carriage."
"Of course I did."
"There wasn't a baby in the carriage."
"Well, what on earth was it, then? A cat?"
Eudora, if possible, looked prouder.
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