Certainly, knowing, as she now must, what my feelings are, her being willing to go for a walk on the cliffs, or anywhere, is a favorable sign.
(“Parker merely echoed my own hope in that remark,” said Harley. “If I could get them engaged, I was satisfied to do it in any way that might be pleasing to her.”)
A moment later Marguerite appeared, arrayed for the walk. Parker rose as she entered and picked up his gloves.
“You are a perfect picture this morning,” said he.
“I’m ready,” she said, shortly, ignoring the compliment. “Where are we scheduled to walk?—or are we to have something to say about it ourselves?”
Parker looked at her with a wondering smile. The aptness of the remark did not strike him. However, he was equal to the occasion.
“You don’t believe in free will, then?” he asked.
(“It was the only intelligent remark he could make, under the circumstances, you see,” explained Harley.
“He was a clever fellow,” said I, and resumed reading.)
“I believe in a great many things we are supposed to do without,” said Marguerite, sharply.