FullReads

“You are splendid,” she said softly. “If he thought so–but no–I am sure he doesn’t. He’s just coming out here like a martyr going to the stake. He knows he will be expected to propose to me when he gets here. And he knows that I know it too. And he knows and I know that I will be expected to say my very prettiest ‘yes.'”

“But are you going to say it?” asked the Young Man anxiously.

The Girl leaned forward. “No. That is my secret. I am going to say a most emphatic ‘no.'”

“But won’t your family make an awful row?”

“Of course. But I rather enjoy a row now and then. It stirs up one’s grey matter so nicely. I came out here this afternoon and thought the whole affair over from beginning to end. And I have determined to say ‘no.'”

“Oh, I wouldn’t make it so irreconcilable as that,” said the Young Man lightly. “I’d leave a loophole of escape. You see, if you were to like him a little better than you expect, it would be awkward to have committed yourself by a rash vow to saying ‘no,’ wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose it would,” said the Girl thoughtfully, “but then, you know, I won’t change my mind.”

“It’s just as well to be on the safe side,” said the Young Man.

The Girl got up. The rain was over and the sun was coming out through the mists.

“Perhaps you are right,” she said. “So I’ll just resolve that I will say ‘no’ if I don’t want to say ‘yes.’ That really amounts to the same thing, you know. Thank you so much for letting me tell you all about it. It must have bored you terribly, but it has done me so much good. I feel quite calm and rational now, and can go home and behave myself. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” said the Young Man gravely. He stood on the pavilion and watched the Girl out of sight beyond the pines.

When the Girl got home she was told that the Dalhousie team had won the game, eight to four. The Girl dragged her hat off and waved it joyously.

“What a shame I wasn’t there! They’d have gone mad over my dress.”

But the next item of information crushed her. The Creature had arrived. He had called that afternoon, and was coming to dinner that night.

“How fortunate,” said the Girl, as she went to her room, “that I relieved my mind to that Young Man out in the park today. If I had come back with all that pent-up feeling seething within me and heard this news right on top of it all, I might have flown into a thousand pieces. What lovely brown eyes he had! I do dote on brown eyes. The Creature will be sure to have fishy blue ones.”

* * * * *

When the Girl went down to meet the Creature she found herself confronted by the Young Man. For the first, last, and only time in her life, the Girl had not a word to say. But her family thought her confusion very natural and pretty. They really had not expected her to behave so well. As for the Young Man, his manner was flawless.

Toward the end of the dinner, when the Girl was beginning to recover herself, he turned to her.

“You know I promised never to tell,” he said.

“Be sure you don’t, then,” said the Girl meekly.

“But aren’t you glad you left the loophole?” he persisted.

The Girl smiled down into her lap.

“Perhaps,” she said.