“You’ll make me cry in a minute,” said Teddy; “and I wish you wouldn’t talk like that. You seem to put a whole Adirondack between us.”
“I can’t help it. Perhaps I’ll get over it after a time. It’s so sad being mewed up six whole months!”
“Then marry me right off. That’s just the point. We’ll go and travel and have a jolly good time. That’ll brace you up and make you feel as young as you look.”
“I can’t, Teddy. I must wait a year in common decency. Think how people would talk.”
“Let ’em. They’ll soon find something else and forget us. Marry me next month.”
“Next month—well—”
“It would be rather fun to be the hero and heroine of a sensation, anyhow. That’s what everybody’s after. You’re just a nonentity until you’ve been black-guarded in the papers. Whose ring is that?”
“One of Edith’s. I put it on to remember something by.”
“Well, take it off and wear this instead. It’ll help your memory just as well.”
“What, a solitaire!”