On his word of honor though there was nothing that he was to blame for.

She said she wouldn't marry a man who had secrets.

He said that unless she took him now, she would never have the chance again; it was the last time he was going to ask her--is that straight, Miss Mathers ?" "Y-yes," sobbed Polly from the depths of her cushion.
Terry proceeded with a fast broadening smile; it was evident that he enjoyed the recital.
"And then being naturally angry that any man should presume to propose for the last time, she proceeded to be 'perfectly horrid' to him .-- Go on, Miss Mathers.

That's as far as you'd got." "I--I told him--you won't tell anyone ?" "No." "I told him I'd decided to marry Jim Mattison." "Ah--" said Terry.

"Now we're getting at it! If you don't mind my asking, Miss Mathers, was that just a bluff on your part, or had Mr.
Mattison really asked you ?" Polly sat up and eyed him with a sparkle of resentment.
"Certainly, he'd asked me--a dozen times." "I beg pardon!" murmured Terry.