Then he put a cigarette in his mouth, and, after drawing the one breath that served to light it, flicked it, with perfect accuracy, half across the room and into the fireplace.
Still smiling, he walked slowly toward Miss Tennant, who was really excited to know what he would do next.
"Betcher two cents it snows to-morrow," said he.
"Done with you, David," she took him up merrily. And after that a painful silence came over them. David set his jaws.
"I gave you one more promise," he said. "Is that, too, returned?"
"Of course," she said, "all the promises you gave are herewith returned."
"Then I may make love?" he asked very gently.
She did not answer for some moments, and then, steeling herself, for she thought that she must hurt him:
"Yes, David," she said slowly, "you may—as a matter of form."
"Only in that way?"