“Yes, our being married,” he said, sharply. “What are you starting for, you little goose? Any one would think it was something new.”
“It came upon me like a surprise,” said Eve, catching her breath, and speaking quickly. “I did not expect it.”
“Gammon!” said the young man, coarsely. “Why, you’ve been expecting it for months.”
“Indeed no, Richard,” she said, eagerly.
“Then you ought to have been,” he continued. “You know the old girl wishes it.”
“Yes, Richard,” she faltered, with her forehead becoming rugged, and her lower lip quivering, “I know that.”
“Well, we’ve talked it over, and she thinks like I do, that if we’re married it will settle all this rubbish about Daisy Banks.”
“Oh, Richard! Richard!” she cried, pitifully; and she rose to run away, but he caught her wrist, and forced her back into the seat.
“Don’t be a little stupid,” he said. “Why, that was only a silly flirtation, and I don’t care a sou for the girl.”
“Let me go in, Richard, please,” she sobbed.