"Do be serious. You know I have an insatiable curiosity to know everything about everything—to feel all sensations, think all thoughts. That is the note of my being." The brown eyes had an eager, wistful look.
"Oh, yes—a note of interrogation."
"O that I were a man! What do men think?"
"What do you think? Men are human beings first and masculine afterwards. And I think everybody is like a suburban Assembly Hall—to-day a temperance lecture, to-morrow a dance, next day an oratorio, then a farcical comedy, and on Sunday a religious service. But about this appointment?"
"Well, let us settle it one way or another," Lillie said. "Here is my proposal——"
"I have an alternative proposal," he said desperately.
"I cannot listen to any other. Will you, or will you not, become Honorary Trier of the Old Maids' Club?"
"I'll try," he said at last.
"Yes or no?"
"Shall you be present at the trials?"