“Well, Charlie, what are you going to tell me?”
“Isn’t Toc—very—happy?”
He blushed to the roots of his hair when he said this, and dropped his eyes again on the ground.
“Of course he is,” replied Sally, with a touch of surprise.
“But—but—I mean, as—”
“Well, why don’t you go on, Charlie?”
“I mean as a—a married man.”
“Every one sees and knows that, Charlie.” There was another silence, during which the timid youth cleared his throat several times. At last he became desperate.
“And—and—Sally, don’t you think that other people might be happy too if they were married?”
“To be sure they might,” said the girl, with provoking coolness. “There’s Dan McCoy, now, and Sarah Quintal, they will be very happy when—”