“Why I feel sure that some time or other she’ll come undone. Look at her dress. I wouldn’t be there for the world.”
“Harry!”
There was a very genuine blush as she looked at him reproachfully; but her face softened directly as he whispered in such a low, earnest tone that it thrilled her once more—
“Forgive me, darling, it was too bad, I know; there, we won’t talk about ourselves, I only want to be near you. Let me take you down to supper.”
“Would you like to?”
“Yes.”
“Very much?”
“Darling!”
What wonderful emphasis an engaged couple can put into their words. Evidently that last noun uttered by the young fellow opened out a vista of future bliss to Cynthia, who answered him with a look which was a perfect bond in its way, engrossed in parchment, sealed, signed, witnessed, endorsed, and tied with dark-green silk in proper legal style.
“I haven’t been to dear Julie yet,” he said.