“Handsome is as handsome looks,” said Albert.
Which produced no response.
“Now, Joe, come on here,” said the corporal. “Don’t keep the ladies waiting—it’s the sign of a weak heart.”
Joe turned, and the work began. Nothing more was said for the time being. As the week went on all parties became more comfortable. Joe remained silent, averted, neutral, a little on his dignity. Miss Stokes was off-hand and masterful. Albert was full of mischief.
The great theme was a circus, which was coming to the market town on the following Saturday.
“You’ll go to the circus, Miss Stokes?” said Albert.
“I may go. Are you going?”
“Certainly. Give us the pleasure of escorting you.”
“No, thanks.”
“That’s what I call a flat refusal—what, Joe? You don’t mean that you have no liking for our company, Miss Stokes?”