A world of wistful tenderness filled his voice as he said
again:
"Well, darling, what do you think of it?"
Poor Mark! Perhaps if he had asked her only a week earlier, his lady
might have given him a kinder answer. But Julia was walking in a golden
dream to-day, a dream peopled only by herself and one other, and she
hardly noticed his emotion. She fixed her blue eyes vaguely on the black
eyes so near, and smiled a little.
"Oh, answer me, Julia!" Mark said impatiently. And a second later he
asked alertly: "Where'd you get the violets?"
"Oh--somebody," Julia temporized. Pink flooded her cheeks.
"Who?" said Mark, very calm.
"Oh, Mark, what a tone! Nobody you know!" Julia laughed.
"Is he in love with you?" Mark asked fiercely.
"Oh, don't be so silly! No, of course he's not."
"Tell me who he is!" Mark commanded grimly.
"Now, look here, Mark," Julia said sternly, "you stop that nonsense, or
you can get straight off this car, and I'll go home alone! And don't you
sulk, either, for it's too ridiculous, and I won't have it!"
Mark succumbed instantly.
"It's because I love you so," he said humbly.
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