''
She moved slightly. Her hand dropped to the table.
``I guess I came down on you too suddenly,'' said
he. ``You look a bit dazed.''
``No, I'm not dazed,'' replied she.
``I'll call Mrs. Brindley in, and we'll all three talk
it over.''
``Please don't,'' said she. ``I've got to think it out
for myself.''
``I know there isn't anyone else,'' he went on. ``So,
I'm sure--dead sure, Mildred, that I can teach you
to love me.''
She looked at him pleadingly. ``I don't have to
answer right away?''
``Certainly not,'' laughed he. ``But why shouldn't
you? What is there against our getting married?
Nothing. And everything for it. Our marriage will
straighten out all the--the little difficulties, and you
can go ahead with the singing and not bother about
money, or what people might say, or any of those
things.''
``I--I've got to think about it, Stanley,'' she said
gently. ``I want to do the decent thing by you and
by myself.''
``You're afraid I'll interfere in the career--won't
want you to go on? Mildred, I swear I'm--''
``It isn't that,'' she interrupted, her color high.
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