But she did. Eyes, cheeks, and mouth all betrayed the scandalizing recollection.
“And used to promise to marry me when you grew up? Now, do you mean to say you’ve forgotten that?”
Evidently loss of memory was no protection with this person. Mabin blushed, and tried another sort of answer.
“Yes, I remember. What funny things children say!”
“Was it—funny?”
“Why, yes, I can’t help laughing at the idea now!”
And Mabin began to laugh hysterically, unnaturally, but withal so prettily, with so much of maidenly confusion and subdued happiness mingling with her amusement, that Rudolph threw his arm round her in the midst of her mirth, and cut it short by snatching a kiss.
“Oh!”
The monosyllable was meant to express astonishment and indignation, but it was a poor little protest after all, and one of which Rudolph did not feel bound to take much notice.
“Are you angry?” said he, not withdrawing his arm. “Are you very angry, Mabin? Don’t you think you will ever be able to forgive me?”