“Isoline, are you glad to see me?”
“Perhaps,” she said lightly, swinging her hat which she had picked up from the grass. She was so sure of him that she felt she could afford to dally with the situation.
Harry was young, and his face fell a little. “I don’t believe you care a bit,” he said.
Again she did not answer.
He came nearer. “Isoline, will you marry me?” he asked very earnestly.
A perfect flood of triumph and excitement poured into her heart, but she made no outward sign of it.
“Do you really mean it, Mr. Fenton?” she said softly.
“Of course I mean it, darling!” he exclaimed. “Do you know one thing that took me to London? I went to get something for you, if you will wear it. Look!” He drew a tiny case from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a ring, a diamond heart surrounded by little pearls.
She clasped her hands together.
“How lovely! How lovely!” she exclaimed. “And is that for me?”