I'll put them on now."
"No hurry--plenty of time. You are agitated. Allow me to feel your
pulse."
"You are funny to-night, Quincy."
"Not funny--just happy."
Quincy took forcible possession of her half-resisting hand and
slipped a diamond solitaire on the proper finger.
"Why, what are you doing? Isn't it a beauty? Is this the great Sawyer
diamond? Whose is it?"
"It's yours. It is an engagement ring. It's the first step towards
keeping my promise to Mr. Cass, and he's tenacious, you know. I told
you all about it when I called this afternoon. So, please don't say
'this is so sudden.'"
"Are you crazy, Quincy?"
"No, sane. Delightfully so. I told Mr. Cass I couldn't marry you
until to-day. I got the license this noon."
They were passing through a dimly-lighted street, but, occasionally,
the street lamps threw flashes across two earnest faces. She
endeavoured to remove the ring.
"Mary," said Quincy, "if you allow the ring to remain, I shall be a
very happy man, dear,--for I love you. I have loved you ever since
the day that I thrashed Bob Wood, and when I lay exhausted, you
looked down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said 'all for
me!' I am all for you,--are you for me?"
He put his arm about her and drew her towards him; their lips met. A
bright light shone in the auto windows--but they were sitting erect--
they even looked primly.
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