"Do you
plan to be travelling all the time, or will you stay in some one place
the greater part of it? I think it would be lovely to--"
"Lucy!"
He halted; and she stopped with him. They had come to a corner at the
edge of the "business section" of the city, and people were everywhere
about them, brushing against them, sometimes, in passing.
"I can't stand this," George said, in a low voice. "I'm just about
ready to go in this drug-store here, and ask the clerk for something
to keep me from dying in my tracks! It's quite a shock, you see,
Lucy!"
"What is?"
"To find out certainly, at last, how deeply you've cared for me! To
see how much difference this makes to you! By Jove, I have mattered
to you!"
Her cordial smile was tempered now with good-nature. "George!" She
laughed indulgently. "Surely you don't want me to do pathos on a
downtown corner!"
"You wouldn't 'do pathos' anywhere!"
"Well--don't you think pathos is generally rather fooling?"
"I can't stand this any longer," he said. "I can't! Good-bye, Lucy!"
He took her hand.
Pages:
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379