What would he be, her lover? Some plain, matter-of-fact, business-like young fellow, a good player of cricket and football, fond of his dinner. What a very uninteresting affair the love-making would be! If she liked him—well, she would probably tell him so; if she didn't, he would know it in five minutes.
As for inducing her to change her mind, wooing her, cajoling her—I heard myself laughing at the idea.
There came a quick rap at the door. “Come in,” I cried; and she entered.
“I came to say good-bye to you,” she explained. “I'm just going out. What were you laughing at?”
“Oh, at an idea that occurred to me.”
“A funny one?”
“Yes.”
“Tell it me.”
“Well, it was something in connection with yourself. It might offend you.”
“It wouldn't trouble you much if it did, would it?”