'
'If he smokes his usual, he'll be thinkin' o' ye every twinty
meenutes,' remarked the girl, and drawing on her gloves, she came
round to the door in order to close an interview which threatened
to become lugubrious for all parties.
* * * * *
'Everybody's terrible kind,' Macgregor observed, when he found
himself alone with Christina on the pavement. 'Will ye look at the
ring noo?'
She shook her head and stepped out briskly.
After a little while he revived. 'I hope ye'll like it, Christina.
It's got pearls on it. I hope it'll fit ye.' A long pause. 'I
wish ye wud say something.'
'What'll I say?'
'Onything. I never heard ye dumb afore.'
'Maybe I'm reformin'.'
'Christina!'
'That's ma name, but ye needna tell everybody.'
'Dinna tease. We--we ha'e awfu' little time. Tak' aff yer glove
an' try the ring. Naebody'll notice. Ye can look at it later on.'
'I'm no in the habit o' acceptin' rings frae young men.'
'But--but we're engaged.'
'That's news, but I doobt it's no official.'
'At least we're near engaged. Say we are, Christina.'
'This is most embarrassing, Mr. Robinson.'
'Aw, Christina!' said the boy, helplessly.
She let him remain in silent suspense for several minutes, until,
in fact, they turned into the quiet street of her abode. Then she
casually remarked:
'Ma han's gettin' cauld wantin' its glove, Mac.'
He seized it joyfully and endeavoured to put the ring on.
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