I met her in a country rectory--_is_ that horse, I think you call it the near one--going to jump over the bank?
And one remarkably fine evening--it was moonlight, I remember--I was on the point of declaring my love; and then the gods saved me.

The thought flashed upon me that, if she said 'yes,' I should have to sit opposite her at dinner for the rest of one of our lives.

It saved me.

I said that I thought it was chilly, and went in and up to bed, grateful for my escape.

Why don't you laugh ?" Stafford only smiled in a perfunctory fashion.