THE INVISIBLE MAN
"And what is that?" she asked impatiently, pointing to the mountain of sugar.
"The wedding-cake, Mrs. Angus," he said.
The girl marched to that article, removed it with some clatter, and put it back in the shop window; she then returned, and, putting her elegant elbows on the table, regarded the young man not unfavourably but with considerable exasperation.
"You don't give me any time to think," she said.
"I'm not such a fool," he answered; "that's my Christian humility."
She was still looking at him; but she had grown considerably graver behind the smile.
"Mr. Angus," she said steadily, "before there is a minute more of this nonsense I must tell you something about myself as shortly as I can."
"Delighted," replied Angus gravely. "You might tell me something about myself, too, while you are about it."
"Oh, do hold your tongue and listen," she said. "It's nothing that I'm ashamed of, and it isn't even anything that I'm specially sorry about. But what would you say if there were something that is no business of mine and yet is my nightmare?"
"In that case," said the man seriously, "I should suggest that you bring back the cake."
"Well, you must listen to the story first," said Laura, persistently. "To begin with, I must tell
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