“Now,” began that gentleman cheerfully, “this little hitch in your plans is not really so fatal as it seems.”
“It’s funny that he didn’t get off the train,” said the girl.
“Yes, it’s so funny that there’s no use trying to explain it,” Mr. Burrow assured her.
“And I don’t know what to do,” she continued.
“I have a perfectly rational and logical plan,” confided her escort. “One, in fact, which I regard as an improvement on the original.”
“What is it?” This somewhat doubtfully. Miss Asheton saw no fault with the previous arrangement.
“Now you came here to get married, didn’t you?”
“That,” she admitted, “was the idea, but——”
“Never give up a purpose,” interrupted Mr. Burrow with a note of steadfast resolve. “You came to get married. Do it!”
“But,” her voice trembled just a little, “but I can’t. How can I?”