"You see, I wanted to ask you about that man person who was hanging around you when I was at home the last time."
"What man person?"
"No wonder you don't know. I ought to be more specific. I mean the Morgan fellow."
"Nothing about him that I know."
Lawrence flung back his shoulders. His eyes began to sparkle.
"All the better for me, then," he exclaimed. "Caro," he went on, more softly, "do you think you could possibly make up your mind to marry me?"
There was a moment's silence, during which the girl's eyes were drooped. She had not flushed; she had grown white.
"Could you do it?" he repeated, gently.
He bent and took her hand. She withdrew it.
"I'm sorry you've asked me this," she said.