"To whisper what to?" asks the boy, his eyes opening very wide and round.
"Jack, do I look taller than usual to-night?"
"No."
"Broader?"
"Not that I perceive."
"More consequential?"
"Much as usual. You never are a woman with 'a presence.'"
"Is it possible that there's no difference at all in me?"
"None whatever; except that, now I look at you, your cheeks are, if possible, redder than usual. Why should there be any?"
"Because" (drawing herself up) "I have to-day passed a turning-point in my history. I have had—a proposal."