"Oh, we used to talk about you up in the snows of Labrador. And Peter loved you lots, but he knew I did, too, and we agreed that the best man should win. I don't mean the best man, but the one who stood best in your heart. And now—oh, Carly, if you only would——"
"Not yet, Gilbert—don't let's talk about it yet."
"But Peter's been dead nearly six months, and you weren't actually engaged, you know——"
"How do you know that?"
"Peter told me, oh, we were confidential up there. And, now, Peter's gone, and try, won't you, Carly, try to love me. Shelby isn't in my way, is he?"
"I don't know—he wants to be."
"Of course he does! But I won't give up to him! Peter was different. He was a wonder, that chap!"
"Indeed, he was. And I care too much for his memory to think about any one else—yet."
"But some day, Carly—dear, some day?"
"Some day we'll see about it. Gilbert, what do you think of that medium the Cranes go to all the time?"