“Then what do you think of me?”
“I think,” said June, surveying his countenance, “I think you are very nice.”
Guy laughed in spite of his disappointment.
“Then why will you not marry me?” he asked.
“I did not say that I would not.”
“But you did not say that you would. Don’t you think you could love me, June?”
“I rather think I could,” she answered, coolly.
“Oh, June, please have a little more reason; if you can love me, why will you not say you will marry me?”
“Guy,” she said, in a voice grown low almost to sadness, “I shall never marry any man until I have first studied his character.”