"My heart never ran away. I swear it. Marry me, Becky."
He had never expected to ask her. But now that he had done it, he was glad.
She was swayed by his earnestness, by the thought
of all he had meant to her in her dreams of yesterday. But to-day was not yesterday, and George was not the man of those dreams. Yet, why not? There was the quick laughter, with its new ring of sincerity, the sparkling eyes, the Apollo head.
"Marry me, Becky."
Beyond the pool which reflected the little star was the dark outline of the box hedge, and beyond the hedge, the rise of the hill showed dark against the dull silver of the sky—a shadow seemed to rise suddenly in that dim brightness, the tall thin shadow of a man with a clear-cut profile, and a high-held head!
Becky drew a sharp breath—then faced Dalton squarely. "I am going to marry Randy."
His laugh was triumphant——
"Do you think I am going to let you? You are mine, Becky, and you know it. You are mine——"