"
"Well, that's a good thing. I'm so glad. And you, you darling, what
did you think of it all? I'm sure you didn't cry buckets. I can see
you sitting there as quiet as anything, like a little Quaker. I'd
like to have gone just to have seen you. I hear Martin Warlock was
there too. Was he?"
"He was," said Maggie.
"Fancy that! I wonder what he went for. His father made him, I
expect. You know they say he's getting on awfully badly at home and
that there are quarrels all the time. I don't know, of course, but
his sister can't stand him. She's always showing her feelings--not
very good taste, I think, but Mr. Thurston eggs her on. They'll be
making a match of it one day, those two . . . I say, Maggie--"
Caroline drew her chair close. "I'll give you a secret. You won't
tell any one, will you?"
"Certainly not--if you tell me not to," said Maggie.
"Well, Martin Warlock and I--ever since he came back. Oh! I don't
say it's anything really. But he's attracted by me and would like to
go farther. He'll be asking me to marry him one of these days, and
then I'll have fun. He would have done the other day if I'd let him.
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