“Oh, Mauney, don’t, please!” she implored, rising, and burying her face in her hands. While he paused he was surprised to observe her shoulders twitching. In a moment she wept.
“I can’t stand this,” she said, sobbing. “I’ve never quarrelled with anyone before.”
Mauney walked to the piano and leaned thoughtfully against it.
“I’ll say no more, Lorna,” he said at length. “I’m really sorry to have upset you this way and ask your pardon most humbly.”
“All right, Mauney,” she said, gradually gaining control of herself. “You are pardoned, but please don’t ever mention marriage to me again. Will you promise?”
“I promise that,” he said simply.
“You know we are both so young,” she continued. “We were childish to mention it. Don’t you think so?”
“I do indeed.”
She came close to him and did a very unexpected thing. She put one hand on each of his shoulders and looked up seriously into his eyes.