“Can’t yer marry me and do that, too?”
“No.”
“Well, look here! Think it over. I’ve got money, and I can make things easy for you. You’ll find me here to-morrow. I ain’t often met the woman I’d take to as quick as I would to you. Think it over. You ain’t got any other chap in your eye, have yer?”
“I’ll promise you this much,” said Perdita; “if I don’t marry you, I’ll marry no one else.”
“And will you be here to-morrow?”
“If I’m alive.”
“That’s hearty! Well, good-by, my dear, if you must go. Give us a kiss, won’t yer?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m fond of yer.”
“Truly?”