"I promised to write when the last week came.

If you had paid me the compliment of asking me to stay a little longer, I should have returned it by telling you I was sorry to go.

As it is, I mean to be sulky and say nothing." With those words she took up her pen to begin the letter.
"Wait a minute," I remonstrated.

"I was just on the point of begging you to stay when I spoke." "Were you, indeed ?" she returned.

"I never believed in coincidences of that sort before, but now, of course, I put the most unlimited faith in them!" "Will you believe in plain proofs ?" I asked, adopting her humor.