"
Grant leaped to his feet. "Loves you!" he shouted. Josh smiled
calmly. "Loves me," said he. "Why not, pray?"
"I--I--I--don't know," answered Grant weakly.
"Oh, yes, you do. You think I'm not good enough for her--as if
this were not America, but Europe." And he went on loftily: "You
ought to consider what such thoughts mean, as revelations of your
own character, Grant."
"You misunderstood me entirely," protested Grant, red and guilty.
"Didn't I originally suggest her to you?"
"But you didn't really mean it," retorted Craig with a laugh which
Grant thought the quintessence of impertinence. "You never dreamed
she'd fall in love with me."
"Josh," said Grant, "I wish you wouldn't say that sort of thing.
It's not considered proper in this part of the country for a
gentleman to speak out that way about women."
"What's there to be ashamed of in being in love? Besides, aren't
you my best friend, the one I confide everything to?"
"You confide everything to everybody."
Craig looked amused. "There are only two that can keep a secret,"
said he, "nobody and everybody. I trust either the one or the
other, and neither has ever betrayed me."
"To go back to the original subject: I'd prefer you didn't talk to
me in that way about that particular young lady.
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