“Cathalina could have told you all about Ann Maria.”
“I didn’t ask her.”
“Didn’t you care enough?”
“Oh, Philip, can’t you understand how a girl feels? I couldn’t!”
“I could; I asked Cathalina all about those boys in your home town, and at the military school.”
“That is very different.”
“I haven’t gone at it in the right way, I suppose. But you are a friend of mine anyhow, aren’t you?”
“I should think I am!” Lilian laughed.
“As far as Ann Maria is concerned, I never have made love to Ann Maria and never shall, but that’s what I am trying to do to you! I thought at first that I ought not to do it. I thought your father and mother would not like to have you in love with me, and perhaps I ought not to try to make you like me. Then the prospect of our getting into the war made me think so all the more. But, Lilian, I can’t stand it. If I go to war and get all shot up I’ll not let you marry me, but I must know whether you can love me a little or not. You are the only girl on earth for me, and I want a chance to be with you this week. I’m asking you to marry me, sweetheart, and I want you to think it over and let me know before the vacation is over.” Philip’s earnest eyes looked into Lilian’s. He evidently had no idea of the high regard in which Lilian held him, for he spoke as if she might have to consider the matter of her affections for some time.
“You take my breath away, Philip,” said Lilian.