If I had to begin over again, I should not expect anything at all, and then I should be sure of being radiantly happy.

But all this talking and all this writing about love seems to turn our brains; we know that men are not perfect, even at our craziest, because women are not, but we expect perfection of them; and they seem to expect it of us, poor things! If we could keep on after we are in love just as we were before we were in love, and take nice things as favors and surprises, as we did in the beginning! But we get more and more greedy and exacting--" "Do you think I was too exacting in wanting him to tell me everything after we were engaged ?" "No, I don't say that.

But suppose he had put it off till you were married ?" Agatha blushed a little, but not painfully, "Would it have been so bad?
Then you might have thought that his flirting up to the last moment in his desperation was a very good joke.

You would have understood better just how it was, and it might even have made you fonder of him.

You might have seen that he had flirted with some one else because he was so heart-broken about you." "Then you believe that if I could have waited till--till--but when I had found out, don't you see I couldn't wait?
It would have been all very well if I hadn't known it till then.