("And then," said Harley, with a chuckle, "Parker's manhood would
assert itself in spite of all I could do. He made an answer, which I
wrote down."
"I see," said I, "but you've scratched it out. What was that line?"
"'"Thank the Lord!" said Parker to himself, as Miss Andrews
disappeared around the corner,'" said Stuart Harley. "That's what I
wrote, and I flatter myself on the realism of it, for that's just
what any self-respecting hero would have said under the
circumstances."
A silence came over us.
"Do you wonder I've given it up," asked Stuart, after a while.
"Yes," said I, "I do. Such opposition would nerve me up to a battle
royal. I wouldn't give it up until I'd returned from Barnegat, if I
were you," I added, anxious to have him renew his efforts; for an
idea had just flashed across my mind, which, although it involved a
breach of faith on my part, I nevertheless believed to be good and
justifiable, since it might relieve Stuart Harley of his
embarrassment.
"Very well," I rejoiced to hear him say.
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