“No, Pa. On the contrary, I am worse.”
“Lor!” said the cherub.
“I am worse, Pa. I make so many calculations how much a year I must have when I marry, and what is the least I can manage to do with, that I am beginning to get wrinkles over my nose. Did you notice any wrinkles over my nose this evening, Pa?”
Pa laughing at this, Bella gave him two or three shakes.
“You won’t laugh, sir, when you see your lovely woman turning haggard. You had better be prepared in time, I can tell you. I shall not be able to keep my greediness for money out of my eyes long, and when you see it there you’ll be sorry, and serve you right for not being warned in time. Now, sir, we entered into a bond of confidence. Have you anything to impart?”
“I thought it was you who was to impart, my love.”
“Oh! did you indeed, sir? Then why didn’t you ask me, the moment we came out? The confidences of lovely women are not to be slighted. However, I forgive you this once, and look here, Pa; that’s”—Bella laid the little forefinger of her right glove on her lip, and then laid it on her father’s lip—“that’s a kiss for you. And now I am going seriously to tell you—let me see how many—four secrets. Mind! Serious, grave, weighty secrets. Strictly between ourselves.”
“Number one, my dear?” said her father, settling her arm comfortably and confidentially.
“Number one,” said Bella, “will electrify you, Pa. Who do you think has”—she was confused here in spite of her merry way of beginning “has made an offer to me?”