But there is nothing, I think, that would
really hurt, after I had a chance to talk it over with her."
"All right. If you are the man, God bless you. I don't suppose you are
worthy of Prudence, for she is a good, pure-hearted, unselfish
girl,--there could be none better. But the real point is just whether
you will love each other enough!--I like your coming up here like this.
I think that was very decent and manly of you. And, do you mind if I
just suggest that you go a little slow with Prudence? Remember that she
has been sound asleep, until this morning. I do not want her awakened
too rudely."
"Neither do I," said Jerrold quickly. "Shall I go down now? The girls
have invited me to stay for supper, and Prudence says I am to come back
to-morrow, too. Is that all right? Remember, I'll be going home on
Monday!"
"It is all right, certainly. Spend as much time here as you like. You
will either get worse, or get cured, and--whichever it is, you've got to
have a chance. I like you, Jerrold. Prudence judges by instinct, but it
does not often fail her."
Prudence heard him running down the stairs boyishly, and when he came in,
before she could speak, he whispered, "Shut your eyes tight, Prudence.
And do not scold me, for I can't help it." Then he put his hands over
hers, and kissed her on the lips. They were both breathless after that.
Prudence lifted her lashes slowly, and gazed at him seriously.
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