"It won't. I promise you."
Miss Woodcote, a little piqued at such easy acquiescence, drove in silence for a few minutes, then, unable to restrain her curiosity, fell into the trap.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you say so. It was a silly thing to do."
"Yes, it was, perhaps. But the necessity for it has gone now, so I don't mind."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I'm going to marry you now you're grown up, so——"
"Will you please stop talking nonsense?"
"Will you marry me?"
"No."
"Well, that's one proposal over. I think a girl can't be very distant with a man who's proposed to her, can she? It implies a certain intimacy, so to speak...?"