“Not I,” said the young fellow, coolly.
“Then let me, pray let me.”
“No, nor I shan’t let you do that neither. He won’t mind; and I’m not going to be talked to and patted on the back and that sort of stuff. If you love me as you say you do, you’ll listen to what I say.”
Daisy looked at him uneasily, and then turned away her face, sobbing to herself, “Oh, dear.”
“Now then,” continued Dick, “let’s finish our walk.”
“No, no,” sobbed Daisy, “I must go back home now.”
“Not yet you won’t,” he said, angrily.
“But indeed, indeed I must, Dick, dear Dick. Pray don’t speak crossly to me.”
“You get worse and worse,” he said. “There’s always some silly excuse ready.”
“But I must—indeed I must go home now, Dick,” cried Daisy, imploringly.