"That's rot--damn' rot! You are not to say
it. She's a very nice girl and ready to be friendly with you if you'll
let her."
Toby made a rude face. "I knew you were getting fond of her! She's pretty
and stylish and--and much more in your line than I am. Why don't you go
and ask her to marry you? She wouldn't say No."
She flung the words with a little quivering laugh. She was trembling in
his hold.
Bunny's eyes had flashed to sudden anger. He had taken her by the
shoulders almost as if he would shake her.
"Toby, be quiet!" he commanded. "Do you hear? You're going too far! What
do you mean by talking in this strain? What has she done to you?"
"Nothing!" gasped back Toby, backing away from him in a vain effort to
escape. "She hardly knows me even. It's just instinct with her and she
can't help it. But she likes you well enough not to want you to marry me.
You don't suppose--you don't suppose--" the words came breathlessly,
jerkily--"you--you really don't suppose, do you, that--that she made that
suggestion about a season in town for my sake?"
"What other reason could she have had?" demanded Bunny sternly.
Toby was laughing, but her laughter had a desperate sound. "How green you
are! Must I really tell you that?"
"Yes.
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