"But you do understand it, and I don't see why she has to be so cool."
"I want her to be cool," said Buddy. "What do you think I wanted? To go in and spend the evening?"
"Well, that would be better than this."
"No, it wouldn't," said Buddy.
"I don't understand you," Elizabeth said. "Perhaps you are not feeling very well, Buddy. You looked awfully pale there in the post office."
"I'm not pale now, am I?"
"No-o, but you look so kind of queer, and you act queer, too, Buddy. I understood why you respected her feelings when she wouldn't break her engagement, but now that she has, I don't see why you go right on respecting them. I—I thought you wanted to marry her yourself."
"Marry her? Why, I'm going to," said Buddy. "That's the point."
"When—when?" said Elizabeth.
"Just as soon as I can get three weeks' salary in my jeans."