"Georgie"
"Yes," I agreed. "There is Anne."
"Of course, Georgie is the dearest boy, and would n't think of hurting a fly—but he is very thoughtless. Anne, of course, can look after herself, but I don't like to think that he is trifling with this nice girl's young affections, when he is in honor bound—to Anne."
"No," said I gravely, "it is, as you say, hardly fair."
"But, Martin—between ourselves—I can't help feeling that this would have been a good deal more suitable in every way."
"Than Anne?" said I.
"Yes. These two have a thousand things in common. They play cricket together for hours. Georgie says she bowls straighter than nine men out of a dozen, and you know how Anne detests games. Then, of course, there is the river and the motor. The motor makes Anne nervous, when Georgie drives, and perhaps he is rather reckless. Dear boy, he ran over a pig the last time he took her
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