Charlie Sloane, sitting bolt upright on Miss Ada's most dearly beloved cushion, asked Anne one night if she would promise "to become Mrs.Charlie Sloane some day." Coming after Billy Andrews' proxy effort, this was not quite the shock to Anne's romantic sensibilities that it would otherwise have been; but it was certainly another heart-rending disillusion.

She was angry, too, for she felt that she had never given Charlie the slightest encouragement to suppose such a thing possible.

But what could you expect of a Sloane, as Mrs.Rachel Lynde would ask scornfully?
Charlie's whole attitude, tone, air, words, fairly reeked with Sloanishness.

"He was conferring a great honor--no doubt whatever about that.

And when Anne, utterly insensible to the honor, refused him, as delicately and considerately as she could--for even a Sloane had feelings which ought not to be unduly lacerated--Sloanishness still further betrayed itself.
Charlie certainly did not take his dismissal as Anne's imaginary rejected suitors did.