"But there's no use in my saying so if—"
"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, "the great god totters on his pedestal and the oracle falters and I see the mere man looking very humbly around the corner of the shrine at me, whispering, 'June, if you please, dear lady!'"
"Yes," he said, "that's what you see and hear. Now answer me, dear."
"And what am I to say?"
"June, please."
"June—please," she repeated, demurely.
"You darling!… What day?"
"Oh, that's too early to decide—"
"Please, dear!"
"No; I don't want to decide—"