She pulled the tuft of grass right out of the ground and flung it from her with all her force.
"Suppose a man——" she began. "No, that's not right."
"You can take any hypothesis you please," observed the philosopher, "but you must verify it afterward, of course."
"Oh, do let me go on. Suppose a girl, Mr. Jerningham—I wish you wouldn't nod."
"It was only to show that I followed you."
"Oh, of course you 'follow me,' as you call it. Suppose a girl had two lovers—you're nodding again—or, I ought to say, suppose there were two men who might be in love with a girl."
"Only two?" asked the philosopher. "You see, any number of men MIGHT be in love with——"
"Oh, we can leave the rest out," said Miss May, with a sudden dimple; "they don't matter."
"Very well," said the philosopher. "If they are irrelevant, we will put them aside."
"Suppose, then, that one of these men was—oh, AWFULLY in love with the girl—and—and proposed, you know——"