ht you'd know who it was," he said smiling. "I'm off for a few
days' tour, but I'll be back at the end of the week. Tell your father
I shall be glad if he'll show me round on my return."
"Going away?" said Jane, rather surprised.
"Not for good. Should you be sorry if I were?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad. We seem to be on good terms," he answered.
"Why shouldn't we?"
"No reason at all; on the contrary, I like you. I hope you like me?"
"I do--that is, I think I do," said Jane.
"Not quite sure, eh?" he asked, still smiling.
She shook her head. She looked very charming in her homely dress, her
cheeks glowing with health. She was not at all abashed; the
self-confidence of innocence, purity of mind, protected her. At this
moment Carl Meason was really in love with her; he wanted her badly.
It flashed across his mind that he might do worse than marry her; she
would make an excellent wife, and not ask too many questions. His look
puzzled her; it meant something she did not understand. She lowered
her eyes.
"Jane," he said softly, "you are a wonderful girl; I believe I am
desperately in love with you."
So it was this caused him to look at her strangely; she understood now.
She never doubted what he said; she raised her eyes, they met his.
"Love me?" she said quietly. "Why should you love me?"
"Because you are adorable, lovely, the best little woman in the world,"
he said.
She laughed merrily as she replied:
"Oh no, I'm not. Father says I have a temper."
"That's not true; you have a very lovable disposition."
"Yes, I think I have. I love lots of things; still that does not
prevent one from having a bad temper."
"Jane?"
"Yes."
"Step on the car; let me have just one kiss," he spoke pleadingly.
"No, it would not be right; we are strangers."
"I hope not. I feel as though I were parting from an old and valued
friend."
"I'll shake hands with you," she said.
He leaned over the side of the car and took her hand; he drew her
toward him; she slipped away.
"Not yet," she said. "Someday, perhaps, when I know who and what you
are."
"And if I prove desirable in every way, what then?" he asked eagerly.
"Who knows? You say you almost think you love me; perhaps, only
perhaps, I may come to love you," she said.
He thought it not advisable to press her farther; he had made good
headway, she was prepossessed in his favor, that was evident from her
manner. He shook her hand again
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