You do not count."
The professor and his guest came through the French window, arm in arm,
talking earnestly.
"Look at them!" Burton groaned. "They are talking about me--I can tell
it by their furtive manner. Mr. Bomford has heard the whole story. He
is a little incredulous but he wishes to be polite to his future
father-in-law. What a pity that I could not have a relapse while he is
here!"
"Couldn't you?" she exclaimed. "It would be such fun!"
Burton shook his head.
"Nothing but the truth," he declared sadly.
Mr. Bomford, without his motoring outfit, was still an unprepossessing
figure. He wore a pince-nez; his manner was fussy and inclined to be a
little patronizing. He had the air of an unsuccessful pedagogue. He
was obviously regarding Burton with a new interest. During tea-time he
conversed chiefly with Edith, who seemed a little nervous, and answered
most of his questions with monosyllables. Burton and the professor were
silent. Burton was watching Edith and the professor was watching
Burton. As soon as the meal was concluded, the professor rose to his
feet.
"Edith, my dear," he said, "we wish you to leave us for a minute or two.
Mr. Bomford and I have something to say to Mr.
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