“I had forgotten them,” she admitted. “They were nice men, too, all of them, but they all made the same mistake. I remember now they did propose to me. That, of course, was fatal.”
“I scarcely see——” he began.
She patted him gently on the arm.
“My dear Gilbert,” she said, “haven’t I always said that I never intend to marry any one who proposes to me? When I have quite made up my mind, I am going to do the proposing myself!”
“Whether it is Leap Year or not?” he asked.
“Decidedly!” she answered. “Men can always shuffle out of a Leap Year declaration. My man won’t be able to escape. I can promise you that.”
“Does he—exist then?” Deyes asked.
She laughed softly.
“He’s existed for a good many years more than I have,” she answered. “I wasn’t thinking of marrying a baby.”