Chapter 11: X

X Mr. Taylor Calls “Thinking the matter over,” said Harry Cresswell to his father, “I’m inclined to advise drawing this Taylor out a little further.” The Colonel puffed his cigar and one eye twinkled, the lid of the other being at the moment suggestively lowered. “Was she pretty?” he asked; but his son ignored the remark, and the father continued: “I had a telegram from Taylor this morning, after you left. He’ll be passing through Montgomery the first of next month, and proposes …