Part 34 (1/2)
” Oh. I'm sorry * * I liked that horse.”
”Why? ”
”Oh, because-”
”Well, he was a fine-” Then he, too, interrupted himself, for he saw plainly that they had not come to this place to talk about a horse. Thereat he made speech of matters which at least did not afford as many opportunities for coherency as would the horse. Marjory, it can't be true * * * Is it true, dearest * * I can hardly believe it. -I-”
” Oh, I know I'm not nearly good enough for you.”
” Good enough for me, dear?
” They all told me so, and they were right ! Why, even the American minister said it. Everybody thinks it.”
”Why, aren 't they wretches To think of them saying such a thing! As if-as if anybody could be too--”
” Do you know-” She paused and looked at him with a certain timid challenge. ” I don't know why I feel it, but-sometimes I feel that I've been I've been flung at your head.”
He opened his mouth in astonishment. ” Flung at my head!
She held up her finger. ”And if I thought you could ever believe it ! ”
” Is a girl flung at a man's head when her father carries her thousands of miles away and the man follows her all these miles, and at last-”