"I don't believe," said he tenderly, "that you ever told a story in your whole sweet life."
"Oh," she cried, "I do love you when you say things like that to me.... Let's not talk about horrid things any more, and mistakes, and bugbears.... If we're going to show up at the golf club tea.... It's Mrs. Carrol's to-day and we promised her to come."
"Oh," said McAllen, "we need not start for ten minutes.... When will you marry me?"
"In May," she said.
"Good girl," said he.
"Billy," she said presently, "it was all the first Mrs. Billy's fault—wasn't it?"
"No, dear," said he, "it wasn't. It's never all of anybody's fault. Do you care?"
"No."
"Are you afraid?"