Part 31 (1/2)
”That would not be strange. There are a great many men who want wives.”
”Suppose I were to tell you that some one wanted you for a wife?”
”I have been told that before.”
June's sweet, honest eyes were looking straight at Guy as he spoke.
Her fingers were neither toying with diamond rings nor an ivory fan, but her shapely white arms were folded across her waist in a very matter-of-fact way. She was quite sure as to what Guy had to say, and she had made up her mind to answer frankly any question that he might ask. She had not the least idea of growing faint or falling in tears on his bosom, as she had heard of women doing. That plan did not suit her at all.
”You have been told that before?” Guy repeated.
”Yes.”
”And suppose I were to tell you that I was the man who wanted you, would you say yes?”
”No.”
”June, June,” he said, looking very serious, ”June, darling, you do not mean that.”
”There, Guy, do not grow sentimental; of course I mean it.”
”And would you really say no?”
”I said I would not say yes.”
”Well, what does that mean but no?”
”It means that I would not readily give my consent.”
”Why not?”
”I would not wish to.”
Guy looked perplexed.
”June,” he said, speaking suddenly, ”I never thought you were a coquette.”
”Your opinion is a correct one regarding that.”
”Then what do you think of me?”
”I think,” said June, surveying his countenance, ”I think you are very nice.”
Guy laughed in spite of his disappointment.
”Then why will you not marry me?” he asked.
”I did not say that I would not.”
”But you did not say that you would. Don't you think you could love me, June?”