y in church, and then all at once somehow I knew it would be
best for me to do what you told me--to buy my dress and go back with the
vicar, and be a good girl, and not bother you, because you were so good
to me, and it was wrong for me to worry you and make you miserable."
"Tw-oo! Tw-oo!" It was the canary starting on a preliminary carol.
"So I thought it best," she concluded tremulously, "not to see you again.
It would only be two days, and after that it would be easier. I could
always be thinking of you just the same, Mr. Lancelot, always. That
wouldn't annoy you, sir, would it? Because you know, sir, you wouldn't
know it."
Lancelot was struggling to find a voice. "But didn't you forget
something you had to do, Mary Ann?" he said in hoarse accents.
She raised her eyes swiftly a moment, then lowered them again.
"I don't know; I didn't mean to," she said apologetically.
"Didn't you forget that I told you to come to me and get my answer to
your question?"
"No, sir, I didn't forget. That was what I was thinking of all night."
"About your asking me to marry you?"
"Yessir."
"And my saying it was impossible?"
"Yessir; and I said, 'Why is it impossible?' and you said, 'Because----'
and then you left off; but please, Mr. Lancelot, I didn't want to know
the answer this morning."
"But I want to tell you. Why don't you want to know?"
"Because I found out for myself, Mr. Lancelot. That's what I found out
when I was crying--but there was nothing to find out, sir. I knew it all
along. It was silly of me to ask you--but you know I am silly sometimes,
sir, like I was when my mother was dying. And that was why I made up my
mind not to bother you any more, Mr. Lancelot, I knew you wouldn't like
to tell me straight out."
"And what was the answer you found out? Ah, you won't speak. It looks
as if you don't like to tell me straight out. Come, come, Mary Ann, tell
me why--why--it is impossible."
She looked up at last and said slowly and simply, "Because I am not good
enough for you, Mr. Lancelot."
He put his hands suddenly to his eyes. He did not see the flood of
sunlight--he did not hear the mad jubilance of the canary.
"No, Mary Ann," his voice was low and trembling. "I will tell you why it
is impossible. I didn't know last night, but I know now. It is
impossible, because--you are right, I don't like to tell you straight
out."
She opened her eyes wide, and stared at him in puzzle
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