even to say good-bye to his old friend Sam Shipton?"
Letta turned very pale, then extremely red, then covered her face with both hands and burst into tears.
"So, Letta, you love him," said her mother, gently. "Why did you not let me know this sooner?"
"Oh, mamma!" said poor Letta, "why do you put it so—so—suddenly. I don't love him—that is—I don't know that I love him. I 've never thought about it seriously. He has never opened his lips to me on the subject—and—and—"
"Letta, dear," said her mother, tenderly, "would you wish to prevent his going away if you could? Open your heart to your mother, darling."
Letta laid her head on her mother's shoulder, but spoke not.
A few minutes later Mrs. Langley went to Sam and said—
"Robin must not go to India."
Sam instantly went by the shortest conceivable route to London, where he found Robin in his room feverishly packing his portmanteau, and said—
"Robin, you must not go to India."
From that text he preached an eloquent lay-sermon, which he wound up with the words, "Now, my boy, you must just propose to her at once."
