“Good-bye, Mr. Grover,” she said with heartless cheerfulness; “I hope it is not forever.”
“I am afraid it is,” he murmured sadly.
He took two steps toward the door, and laid his hand on the knob.
“Oh, by the way,” ejaculated the girl, with a sudden alarm in her voice; “that question you would have asked me in the grotto—why don’t you ask it now?”
“You said you would say no.”
He had turned about in unutterable astonishment.
“I didn’t say that,” she retorted gravely.
“What did you say then?”
“That I should have said No in the grotto.”