“I asked her to marry me,” replied Cosmo.
“You asked her to marry you! ”
“Yes, but she wouldn’t.”
“Why wouldn’t she?”
Joan’s face was now red as fire, and she was biting her lip hard.
“She had more reasons against it than one. Oh, Joan, she is so good!”
“And you are going to marry her?”
Instead of answering her question, Cosmo turned and called to Agnes, some thirty yards behind them:
“Come here, Aggie.”
Agnes came quickly.