“It’s awful,” she murmured, as they walked across to Fifth Avenue. “I said I wouldn’t do it again, you know, and then—when I heard your whistle,—I just couldn’t help it! But don’t do it any more—will you? You promised you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I didn’t promise, dear; I said I’d try not to. And I did try, but—it seems I failed.”
“Bad boy! Very bad Rikki-tikki-tavi. But what are we going to do?”
“First of all, where are we going? Tea Room? Some place where I can talk to you.”
“No; it’s too stuffy to-day to be indoors. Let’s walk up to the Park and go in.”
“All right. Now, Dorrie, we must face this thing. We can’t go on meeting secretly,—neither of us likes it,——”
“I should say not! I hate it a thousand times worse’n you do. But Rick, mother is more obstinate than ever. She says if I see you again, or speak to you, she’ll pack up and move out of New York. Think of that!”
“I can’t think of it! It is unthinkable! Now, Dorcas, darling, there’s only one thing to do. You must marry me——”
“Hush that nonsense! I don’t propose——”
“Naturally not! I’m doing the proposing——”