"Indeed, indeed I do, Mark—I mean Mr. Brady," meekly replied the poor girl.
"Oh, that's right!" said Mark, bitterly. "Mr. Brady! It used to be Mark."
"But never can again."
"You're right! never!"
"Never!" and poor Peggy sighed deeply.
After another embarrassing pause, broken only by a sort of smothered sound, which might have been the wind, but wasn't, Mark started up, exclaiming:
"I see my company is displeasing to you, but I shan't trouble you long. That will be done to-morrow which will separate us for ever."
"To-morrow! so soon?" replied Peggy, with a stifled sob.
"Yes! the sooner the better. What is it now to you?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing! But I thought—that is—I'm very, very foolish."