At last, with Mrs.Hewson's burst of laughter at the paper's description of the Pentecostal visitations, he took the plunge--head down--the words spluttering in whispers out of his lips.
"Would you care to come for a little walk down the Strand-on-Green ?" he asked.

"It's a lovely night now." In the half breath of a second, Sally's eyes sought Janet's face across the table.

Janet had heard and, with her eyes, she urged Sally to accept.

This all passed unknown to Mr.Arthur.He thought Sally was hesitating--the moments thumped in his heart.
"I don't mind for a little while," she said.
He rose from the table, conscious of victory.

"I'll just go and get on my boots," he said, and he slipped away.
Sally mounted to her room followed by Janet.
"He's going to propose," said Miss Hallard.
"He's not," retorted Sally.
"I'm perfectly certain he is.