Just before he left her a little dialogue took place between them, which if lover-like, none the less was curious.
"Tom" she said, "suppose, after we are married, you should find out that I have not been so good as you thought, what would you say?"
"Say?--nothing."
"Oh yes, you would, else you would be less than man. Suppose, for instance, that you found out I had deceived you."
"I decline to suppose impossibilities."
She had been circled by his arms. Now she drew herself away from him. She stood where the gaslight fell right on her.
"Tom, look at me carefully! Are you sure you know me?"
"Nelly!"
"Are you quite sure you are not mistaking me for some one else? Are you quite sure, Tom?"
"My own!"