Blanche looked down upon the deck, and did not answer.
"I am glad," she said finally, looking up brightly at him with her innocent blue eyes, "that you did not put off your proposal until to-night. We expect to be at Queenstown to-night some time, and we leave there and go on through by the Lakes of Killarney. So, you see, if you hadn't proposed last night I should have known nothing at all about how the matter turned out, and I should have died of curiosity and anxiety to know."
"Oh, I would have written to you," said Morris. "Leave me your address now, and I'll write and let you know how it turns out."
"Oh," she cried quickly, "then it isn't ended yet? I didn't think you were a man who would need to be refused twice or thrice."
"I should be glad to be refused by Miss Earle five hundred times."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, five hundred times, if on the five hundredth and first time she accepted."
"Is it really so serious as that?"
"It is just exactly that serious."
"Then your talk to me after all was only pretense?"
"No, only a mistake."
