But it is no use. I may be mad. We shall see, I tell him with an indwelling confidence; and he nods his head and remarks stolidly, “Yes, we shall see.”
I should be angry with Kotuiasu if I did not know that his opposition, like all the disagreeables of childhood, was intended “for my good.”
In the end he promises to introduce me to my inamorata’s family, and let circumstances rule the rest.
I go out into the sunlight, down the creaking outside stairs, quite light-hearted, and only haggle for ten minutes with Yenkow the jeweller for a prospective engagement ring with a magnificent pink pearl.
I am sure as I leave the shop with the ring in my pocket that my weakness over the bargaining has lowered me fifty per cent. in the eyes of the stout little jeweller.
