Edith smiled at him as she went up the front door steps. She led him into her pretty little bed-room to take off his things while she took off hers.
"How very comfortable all looks" said Burke, "I feel quite inclined to write a note at that pretty little table there."
"Oh indeed but you shan't," said Edith just beginning her snappy temper, but Burke forgot to reply to her.
They then went down and had some tea and Burke much admired the pretty tray of Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the remainder of the luncheon) some toasted buns, a sago pudding, a dried bloater and a couple of shrimps.
After this Edith threatened to hate Burke if he would not arrange about the marriage.
"Look here, I wish you would talk of something else," said Burke, "I have a good mind not to marry you at all."
But at this Edith clung so wretchedly to his knees that he had to say, "well, to-morrow morning."
So that next morning Burke walked along down the village trying to make out where his own dear Edith could be.
Just as he was thinking of going up to her house he saw Norah Mackie and Evelyn Slattery coming along together.
"Your friend," they said chaffingly, "is picking some old geraniums in the front garden."