After a long Interval:
"Will you think it over?"
"Think what over?"
"My proposal."
"My dear Imy, you don’t expect me
to think about that. Fancy exercising
one’s’ gray matter about a proposal
and from you.”
I jumped up In a ton IT and went up
stairs, determined not to look tit her
again for twenty four hours. Mas!
I found myself gaxlng upon her from
tlu> upper gallery, which looks down
upon the lower at right angles, Inside
of tive minutes. I assured myself I
was admiring the charming spectacle
the irregular rows of pretty faces and
gay gowns and bright parasols. Hut
1 wasn’t. 1 was staring straight at
her and i knew that she knew It. al
though site never looked up. I walked
clear out to the end of the long gallery
between the pillars of cobblestones,
sat down by the parapet and gated
out upon the ocenn. Hut 1 wasn't ad
miring the landscape. I was medltat
lug. The result of my meditations was
these: I must, as Harton suggested,
dar./.10 her. I couldn't go to the old
lady and tell her 1 had a fortune, tie
cause like (J. W„ 1 never He. Hut 1
must make her think so by Inference.
Of this my consolence approves. 1
shall entertain her, devote myself to
her pleasure and perhaps her heart
and ambition will ho touched.
Hoys, how do you think 1 am gel
dug on? T.
