“Still thinking, my love?”
“Thinking of you,” she answered. “I want you to promise me something—and I am afraid to ask it.”
“Afraid? You don’t love me, after all!”
“Then I will say it at once! How long do you expect to be away?”
“For two or three months, perhaps.”
“Promise to wait till you return, before you tell your mother—”
“That we are engaged?”
“Yes.”
“You have my promise, Carmina; but you make me uneasy.”
“Why?”