"Mr. John Smeaton,
"Rosser Avenue,
"Brandon,
"L. G. D. is past. O. for O."
"What does it mean?" he asked.
"You could never guess—it is so funny," she laughed. '"L. G. D.' is 'love's golden dream.' 'O. for O.' means 'open for offers.'"
Arthur's face was twitching with pain and anger, but with wonderful self-control he asked her again:
"Do you want to marry this man?"
"I think I do, Arthur. He's lovely."
Arthur handed her his pencil and motioned to her to sign the blank.
"Oh, Arthur!" she cried, "do you mean it? May I sign it? Do you not mind?"
She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him impulsively. Arthur made no response to her embrace, but the perspiration stood out in beads on his forehead.
"Sign it," he said, almost roughly. He turned away his head, while she signed her name.