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190 I was drumming away on the piano in my boudoir when a knock disturbed me (I wondered which would come first) "Mr Taylor," the man said. Mr. Taylor evidently thought we were in for a nice quiet talk an it did look like it. The fire was burning brightly, the tea was ready on the table, Mama was nowhere to be seen. I was a little bit sorry I confess when I saw Mo's expression, but then I would have the pleasure of seeing his disappointment. I jabbered away while I made tea, Mo drew up his chair very [[end page]] [[start page]] 191 near the sofa where I sat in the corner and we prepared for a deflightful talk. Ten minutes, not more passed. I heard the door bell. Mo heard it too and seemed uneasy. But I talked on. "Mr Harrison." There was a muttering of something under [[strikethrough]]his[[/strikethrough]] ^[[Mo's]] breath and he watched my face attentively. I frowned purposely. But I felt that frown at the time, yet was alike to the funny side of the matter. Mr Harrison came in. He had heard the report that Mo & I were engaged I knew. Fortunately I had presence of mind