“Nothing!” she said hastily. “I’ll tell you another time.”
But instead of telling him, she left a note on his desk the next morning.
Dear Joe:
I will marry you now, if you won’t ask me to give up my job.
“I don’t wonder you wrote it,” said Hardy, when he met her for lunch.
“Joe, it’s the only way!”
“It’s not my way,” said he.
She reminded him that he had promised her to do whatever she wanted, and he replied that he would do so—except in this instance.
“Well, I won’t let you have the burden of taking care of Aunt Bessie,” she told him. “It’s bad enough for you to think of getting married, anyhow, when you’re so young, and just at the beginning of a wonderful career—”
“Young, am I? Then what about you?” he asked. “No! When you marry me, you’ll be done with offices. That’s something I won’t argue about.”