Didn't she?"
Fort nodded, slightly taken back. Then his boldness returned. "Well,
I had to bring up the subject somehow. And now that I've done it--do
you love me well enough to marry me, Mona?"
She pretended to be very busy with the driving; so that Billie never
knew whether Fort looked anxious or not. Presently Mona said:
"I think--I rather think I like you too well to marry you. What I
mean is, I'm afraid it would spoil you, my dear boy. You're too well
satisfied with yourself. I don't want to marry a man who is content
to fly around half the time and admire me the other half; although,"
she added, "I like to be admired as well as any one."
Fort looked as though he would, with an ounce more provocation, take
her in his arms and say something to get quick results. But he
didn't. "I see," pretty soberly, for him. "You want me to get in and
do something important. Like Powart?" suddenly.
But Mona would not answer him directly. "It's only fair to say that
I've given him an ultimatum, too.
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