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Johnson's--or WITH a Mr. Johnson--or perhaps at one of those Spanish ranches--I think he mentioned some name like Pico!"
    Louise looked at him wonderingly for an instant, and then gave way to a frank, irrepressible laugh, which lent her delicate but rather set little face all the color he had missed. Partially relieved by her unconcern, and yet mortified that he had only provoked her sense of the ludicrous, he tried to laugh also.
    "Then, to be quite plain," said Louise, wiping her now humid eyes, "you want me to understand that you really didn't pay sufficient attention to hear correctly! Thank you; that's a pretty English compliment, I suppose."
    "I dare say you wouldn't call it 'philandering'?"
    "I certainly shouldn't, for I don't know what 'philandering' means."
    Mainwaring could not reply, with Richelieu, "You ought to know"; nor did he dare explain what he thought it meant, and how he knew it. Louise, however, innocently solved the difficulty.
    "There's a country song I've heard Minty sing," she said. "It runs--
    Come, Philander, let us be a-marchin', Every one for his true love a-sarchin'
    Choose your true love now or never. . . .
    Have you been listening to her also?"
    "No," said Mainwaring, with a sudden incomprehensible, but utterly irrepressible, resolution; "but I'M 'a-marchin',' you know, and perhaps I must 'choose my true love now or never.' Will you help me, Miss Macy?"
    He drew gently near her. He had become quite white, but also very manly, and it struck her, more deeply, thoroughly, and conscientiously sincere than any man who had before addressed her. She moved slightly away, as if to rest herself by laying both hands upon the back of the chair.
    "Where do you expect to begin your 'sarchin''?" she said, leaning on the chair and tilting it before her; "or are you as vague as usual as to locality? Is it at some 'Mr. Johnson' or 'Mr. Pico,' or--"
    "Here," he interrupted boldly.
    "I really think you ought to first tell my cousin that you are going away to-morrow," she said, with a faint smile. "It's such short notice.
    She's just in there." She nodded her pretty head, without raising her eyes, towards the hall.
    "But it may not be so soon," said Mainwaring.
    "Oh, then the 'sarchin'' is not so important?" said Louise, raising her head, and looking towards the hall with some uneasy but indefinable feminine instinct.
    She was right; the sitting-room door opened, and Mrs. Bradley made her smiling appearance.
    "Mr. Mainwaring was just looking for you," said Louise, for the first time raising her eyes to him. "He's not only sent off Mr. Richardson, but he's going away himself to-morrow."
    Mrs. Bradley looked from the one to the other in mute wonder. Mainwaring cast an imploring glance at Louise, which had the desired effect. Much more seriously, and in a quaint, business-like way, the young girl took it upon herself to explain to Mrs. Bradley that Richardson had brought the invalid some important news that would, unfortunately, not only shorten his stay in America, but even compel him to leave The Lookout sooner than he expected, perhaps to-morrow. Mainwaring thanked her with his eyes, and then turned to Mrs. Bradley.
    "Whether I go to-morrow or next day," he said with simple and earnest directness, "I intend, you know, to see you soon again, either here or in my own home in England. I do not know," he added with marked gravity, "that I have succeeded in convincing you that I have made your family already well known to my people, and that"--he fixed his eyes with a meaning look on Louise--"no matter when, or in what way, you come to them, your place is made ready for you. You may not like them, you know:
    the governor is getting to be an old man--perhaps too old for young Americans--but THEY will like YOU, and you must put up with that. My mother and sisters know Miss Macy as well as I do, and will make her one of the family."
    The conscientious earnestness with which these apparent conventionalities were uttered, and