There was a real sincerity in the tone. All this confirmed so
many convictions of hers.
"Of course, you know how it is in the South," Cresswell pursued, the
opening having been so easily accomplished.
"I understand perfectly."
"My sister would be delighted to meet you, but--"
"Oh I realize the--difficulties."
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind riding by some day--it's embarrassing to
suggest this, but, you know--"
Miss Taylor was perfectly self-possessed.
"Mr. Cresswell," she said seriously, "I know very well that it wouldn't
do for your sister to call here, and I sha'n't mind a bit coming by to
see her first. I don't believe in standing on stupid ceremony."
Cresswell thanked her with quiet cordiality, and suggested that when he
was driving by he might pick her up in his gig some morning. Miss Taylor
expressed her pleasure at the prospect. Then the talk wandered to
general matters--the rain, the trees, the people round about, and,
inevitably--the Negro.
"Oh, by the bye," said Mr. Cresswell, frowning and hesitating over the
recollection of his errand's purpose, "there was one matter"--he paused.
Miss Taylor leant forward, all interest. "I hardly know that I ought to
mention it, but your school--"
This charming young lady disarmed his truculent spirit, and the usually
collected and determined young man was at a loss how to proceed.
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