"In what, did you say?"
"Undecided. Let me come and talk to you about it in six months. The only thing I can't bear you to do is to be a manicure. I'm going to speak to your mother about it. I can't stand it."
"Oh, why, Mr. Vaughan? I should have thought it was nice for me to sort of better myself."
"Nonsense. Far better stay here. Well, will you agree to that?"
"To give up the manicuring and to leave the engagement open like? Is that what you mean?"
"That's the idea."
She thought a minute.
"I really don't see how I can. And—my boy would feel it something cruel if I put him off like that."
"When do you see him?" he asked jealously.
"Why, on Sundays. Only on Sundays."