I say? Just to associate you with a novel sensation."
"I might disappoint you," said Fanny, demurely. "I told you so before. Just think, if I were to say 'yes,' you'd be most dreadfully caught. You'd have to eat humble pie and beg off, and say that you hadn't meant it."
"Oh no!" laughed the young man. "You'd break it off in a week, and then it would be all right."
"Are you going to be rude? Or are you, already? I'm not quite sure."
"Neither. Of course you'd break it off, if we had an agreement to that effect."
"You don't make any allowance for my spitefulness. It would be just like me to hold you to your engagement. Of course you wouldn't live long. We should be sure to fight."
"Oh—sure," assented Lawrence. "That is, if you call this fighting."
"It would be worse than this. But why don't you try? I'm dying to refuse you. I'm just in the humour."
"Why! I thought you said there was danger!
