"You are too forward, sir," she exclaimed, as she snatched her hand away.
"Well, take time to think about it, Mary; only give me some little hope.",
"As you please, sir, for I must be going."
"When may I come for my answer—to-morrow?
"Oh, la, no!" she replied; "I shall not be able to make up my mind in that time—that is, if you want a different reply to the one I've given?"
"A week then?" he asked.
"Dear me, how pressing you are! Say a month," she added.
"Don't be so cruel, Mary," he pleaded. "Surely a week is long enough?"
"Well, I'll try what can be done in a week. But mind, I make no promise."
"Good-night, my love! God bless you, and bring you to a right decision," was his reply, as she disappeared into the house.