Lawrence laughed drily.
"Let us pray beforehand, for the one who gets the worst of it," he said. "He or she will need it. But I shall win at the game, you know. That's a foregone conclusion."
Fanny was surprised and amused at the confidence he suddenly affected—very unlike his habitual modesty and self-effacement.
"You seem pretty sure of yourself," she answered. "What shall the forfeit be, as they say in the children's games?"
"To marry or not to marry, at the discretion of the winner. I think that's fair, don't you? I shouldn't like to propose anything serious—the head of Roger Brinsley in a charger, for instance."
Fanny laughed again.
"Yes, it's all very well!" she protested. "But of course the one who loses will be in earnest, and the one who wins will not."
"He may be, by that time," suggested Lawrence.
"Don't say 'he,' so confidently—I mean to win. Besides, are we starting fair? Of course
