“No; why do you ask?”
“Because I think you ought to be.”
“I quite agree with you. I suppose that you have noticed something?”
“Yes, I have. I saw her kissing you, Arthur.”
He blushed like a girl.
“Oh, Arthur,” she went on, bursting into tears, “don’t let this sort of thing go on, or poor Mildred will lose her reputation; and you must know what a dreadful thing that is for any woman. Why don’t you marry her?”
“Because she refused to marry me.”
“And yet—and yet she kisses you—like that!” added Miss Terry, as the peculiar fervour of the embrace in question came back to her recollection. “Ah, I don’t know what to think.”
“Best not think about it at all, Miss Terry. It won’t bear reflection.”
“Oh, Arthur, how could you?”