"As if I do not care when you use me badly! Won't you tell me what is the matter?" I asked tenderly.
"Oh, Mr. Highrank, I am so unhappy!" she whispered.
"Why so, my dear?" No one could help calling Eva "my dear"; besides, we were hidden by the heavy window curtain and no one overheard us.
"I—I—am going to be married," she said.
"It appears to me that ought to make you particularly merry, oughtn't it?"
"But it don't," she answered, sighing.
"Why not, you foolish girl?"
"Oh, everything is so different from what I expected."
"In what way?"
"W-h-y," she answered slowly, "I thought it would be romantic, and that he would ask me in the moonlight."