“Yes, of course, but—no, no, I wanted to say—church!”
“Oh, they are church papers, Mr. Wainsworth?” asked Garde innocently.
“No, I—I wanted to say it is such a lovely day——”
“You have said so many things that you may have mentioned the day before.” Garde’s eyes were dancing, but he had hardly dared to look at her face, lest his tongue should fail him utterly.
He now fixed his attention on the table with all his power of will.
“I wanted to say, if the Sabbath is a lovely day, like this, may I not walk to meeting with you and David Donner?”
Piqued somewhat by the way Adam had treated her, Garde instantly saw a possible opportunity of arousing Adam’s jealousy. He would doubtless attend meeting. He might see her with Henry. As Prudence would also be there, with her father, there might be further developments.
“If it is a lovely day, Mr. Wainsworth,” she answered, “I think Granther Donner will be glad of your company, but if it is not a lovely day, Granther and I will have to get along as best we may, alone, I suppose.”
“No, I meant any sort of a day!” cried Wainsworth, desperately. “If the Sabbath is any sort of a day. I only said if it was as lovely as to-day because any day, would be a lovely day, if——” and there he stuck.
“If it were as lovely as to-day,” Garde supplied.