"You should _know_ I am...."
"You don"t act like it."
"It"s so unexpected," he muttered wretchedly.
"You didn"t really think I wanted Roland Barnette to go home with me Wednesday night, did you, Nat?"
"It seemed so, but ... that"s all right. Why shouldn"t you?"
She turned to him, trembling a little. "Must I tell you, Nat?"
"O, no!" he cried in dismay. "Please don"t----!"
"I see I must," she persisted. "You"re so blind. It----"
"Josie, don"t say anything you"ll be sorry for," he entreated wildly.
"I can"t help it: I"ve got to. It was--it was because I wanted to be with you.... There!" she gasped, frightened by her own forwardness.
"Now I"ve said it!"
Duncan grasped frantically at straws. "But you don"t really mean it, Josie: you know you don"t," he floundered. "You"re just saying that because you--you have such a kind heart and--ah--don"t want to hurt me--ah--because----"
She stemmed the flood of his protestations with a hand on his arm.
"Nat," she said gently, looking up into his face, "would it make you happy to know I really meant it?"
"Why--ah--why shouldn"t it, Josie?"
"Then please believe me, when I say it."
"But I do believe it. I..." He stammered and fell still.
"Because I do like you, Nat, very much, and--and it"s very hard for me to know that folks think I"m pursuing you and that you"re trying to avoid me."
"Josie!" he exclaimed reproachfully.
"Well, that"s the way it looks," she affirmed plaintively. "You don"t want it to, do you?"
"Why, no; of course I don"t."
"Then why don"t you stop it?" She watched his face, her manner coy and yielding. "Nat," she said in a softer voice, "if you like me as well as I like you----"
He moved away a pace or two. "Ah, child!" he said, with a feeling that the term was not misapplied, somehow, "you don"t know what you"re saying."
"Yes, I do." She pouted. "I don"t believe you... care anything about me."
"Oh, Josie, please----"
"Well, anyway, you"ve never told me so." She turned an indignant shoulder to him.
"How could I?"
"Why couldn"t you?"
"But don"t you see that I shouldn"t, Josie?" He turned back to her side, looked down at her, pleaded his defence with the fire of desperation.
"Just think: you are an only daughter." Just what this had to do with the case was not plain even to him. "An only daughter," he repeated-- "ah--not only your father"s only daughter, but your mother"s only daughter. Your father--ah--is my friend. How unfair it would be to him."
But the girl interrupted with decision. "But papa wants you to... He told me so."
He could only pretend not to understand. "But consider, Josie: you are rich, an heiress: I"m a poor man. Would you like it to be said I was after your money?"
"No one would dare say such a thing," she a.s.serted with profound conviction.
"Oh, yes, they would. You don"t know the world as I do. And for all you know, they might be right. How do you know that------"
"Nat!" A catch in her voice stopped him. "Don"t say such horrid things!
I could tell: a woman always can. I know you would be incapable of such a thing. Papa knows it, too. No one has ever got ahead of papa, and _he_ says you are a fine, steady, Christian man, and he would rather see me your wife than any------""
"Josie!"
The interjection was so imperative that she was silenced. "Why, what, Nat?" she asked, rising.
"The time has come," he declared; "you must know the truth."
"Oh, Nat!"
"I"m _not_ what you think me," he continued, dramatic.
_"Oh, Nat!"_
"Nor what your father thinks me, nor what anybody else in this town thinks me. I"m not a regular Christian--it"s all a bluff: I didn"t know anything about a church till I came here. I smoke and I drink and I swear and I gamble, and I only cut them all out in order to trick you into caring for me!"
"Oh, Nat, I don"t believe it."
"Alas, Josie!" he protested violently, "it"s true, only too true!"
"But you did it to win my love, Nat?"
"Ye-es." He saw suddenly that he had made a fatal mistake.
"Then, Nat, I will be your wife in spite of all!"
He found himself suddenly caught about the neck by the girl"s arms. His head was drawn down until her cheek caressed his and he felt her lips warm upon his own.
"Josie!" he gasped.
"Nat, my darling!"