symbol of the whole miserable situation to me. It was just enough to startle me into contempt for myself. That night Breck came stealing down to me along the dark roads in his quiet car about eleven-thirty. I knew he had been to the Jackson dinner and was surprised to find he had changed into street clothes. He was more eager than ever in his greeting.
"Come down into the sunken garden," he pleaded. "I've got something to say to you."
It was light in the garden. There was a full September moon. I stood beside the bird-bath and put a forefinger in it. I could hear Breck breathing hard beside me. I was sure he had broken his pledge and had been drinking.
"Well?" I said at last, calmly, looking up.
He answered me silently, vehemently.
"Don't, please, here. It's so fearfully light. Don't, Breck," I said.
"I've got the car," he whispered. "It will take us two hours. I've got it all planned. It's a peach of a night. You've got to come. I'm not for waiting any longer. You've got to marry me tonight, you little fish! I'll wake you up. Do you hear me? Tonight in two hours. I'm not going to hang around any longer. You've got to come!"
I managed to struggle away.
"Don't talk like that to me. It's insulting! Don't!" I said.
"Insulting! Say, ring off on that—will you? Insulting to ask a girl to marry you! Say, that's good!
