"I'm not going to worry you, old chap," he said; "you must just do it your own way."
"I saw her yesterday."
He swung round and faced me.
"What did you think of her?" he asked.
"I think," said I, "that you must have been born for each other."
His face lit up with a sudden, boyish smile.
"Thanks," he said, and turned to the window again. A moment later he stepped back quickly.
"There she is," he said, "and my cousin, Mrs. O'Callaghan, with her."
"It was just like you," I cried, "to stand there where the whole street could see you."
"Don't be angry, Phil," he said, humbly, "she didn't look up."