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One impression of those first golden hours that stayed with him always was the certainty with which they had dwelt on the details of their common future; he could see Phillida with her hands on his shoulders explaining earnestly that they must live very near to the Dad-the dear old boy had no one but herself and they mustn't let him miss her too much. And when Theodore asked, "You don't think he'll object to me?" Rathbone's disapproval was the only possible cloud-which lifted at Phillida's amused assurance that the old dear wasn't as blind as all that and, having objections, would have voiced them before it was too late.
"You don't suppose he hasn't noticed-just because he hasn't said anything!" . Whereupon Theodore caught at her hands and demanded how long she had noticed?-and they fell to a happy retracing of this step and that in their courtship.