"Some day," she said, trying to speak lightly.
"Some day is no day," he returned. "Miss Margaret, you know, I hope and trust, that I am your friend?"
Margaret inclined her head.
"It is as your friend and his that I venture to beg you to make him the happiest man in the world as soon as possible."
Margaret remained silent; her hand trembled as she touched the window-strap.
"Why—why should it be soon?" she faltered. "It seems only a few days since—since——"
"It is some weeks," he said, quietly and impressively. "But, indeed, if it were only a few days, I would say the same. Miss Margaret, I can scarcely tell you all the reasons I have for pressing this upon you, and I would not do it, but that I know Blair is too—well—shy to do it altogether for himself. A simple 'no' from you silenced him! He told me, you see, that he spoke to you when he was down at the Court last."
"He tells you everything!" Margaret could not help saying.
"Do not be jealous!" he said; "if he does, it is because he knows that all that interests him interests me, and that I have his welfare at heart."
"Forgive me," she said, in a low voice. "Yes, he did speak to me."