... Do you think
I shall?"
"Very well, indeed," answered her trial fiance dryly. "I have always
heard that when you were engaged to a girl she took the opportunity
to torment you as thoroughly as possible. But I haven't any more
personal experience of the holy bonds of affiancement than you have,
my dear child."
Joy's heart suddenly reproached her for having teased such a kind
person as this at all. She clutched his arm with such impulsive
suddenness that the car almost left the road.
"John, I do want to be good to you! And I want to be as little
trouble as possible! And I want to have you _like_ me . . . and
respect and admire me just the way that--"
"Just what way?" he inquired more gently.
"Never mind what way," Joy told him, coloring hotly. "Only if you'll
please tell me what to do--it's hard to say, but I'll try to explain
what I mean. Haven't you always thought, just a little, when you
hadn't anything else to think of, that sometime there'd be--a girl?"
John Hewitt looked straight before him for a moment, as the car sped
smoothly down a country lane. Then he nodded.
"Yes," he said, and no more. He was not given to talking about his
feelings.
"And you planned her--a little--didn't you?" Joy persisted. "I know
you did--people do. Well... John--couldn't you tell me a little bit
about how _She_ was going to act--so I could act that way? It
would be more comfortable for you, I think.
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