"Who was that person I saw you talking to so lovingly?" asked Sylvia.
"Oh that was Isobel May Saunders, a great friend of mine" replied Leslie with a short laugh.
"So I should think a great friend" answered Sylvia angrily "and by the way you were talking to her I should think you were engaged to her."
"Look here Sylvia don't be angry" said Leslie slowly "but I was going to have made her my wife once but since I met you I have thought better of it—please don't say any more about it."
"Oh Leslie" cried Sylvia in surprise "but does the poor girl believe that you love her
"To tell you the truth Sylvia" replied Leslie getting very red as he spoke "my belief is that Isobel thinks I love her and as I can not throw her over altogether that is why you saw me speaking to her just then."
"But what is your reason for not marrying her?" cried Sylvia.
"Well because I thought I would rather marry someone else" said Leslie blushing and looking straight into her face.
"But who do you want to marry?" said Sylvia blushing in her turn.
"You dearest" he replied in an undertone "ever since the day I came to call upon your uncle I have set my heart on making you my wife. Do you think you love me enough to marry me?"