"He didn't tell you, Tom?"
"Not a word. If I had known, it is no sight of me the trees and the fields would have had."
Bessie rose from her chair, and stepping back a little distance, looked archly at her lover.
"Have you forgotten what you said?" she asked.
"Since I don't remember, I think I must have," said Moore puzzled.
"Then I 'll tell you, sir."
"That's good of you, Bessie," said he.
"You told me I would have to ask you to marry me," she answered, a little timidly. "Tom dear, I love you; will you be my husband?"
"This is so sudden," said Moore, and he sat down in the chair she had vacated.
"What is your answer, Tom?" she asked, almost anxiously.