Last night at the gate he talked to me about it for a while, and then he asked me when I was going to tell him I would marry him, and why was it I would not engage myself to him and take him out of his miserable state of uncertainty and make him the happiest man in the world, and why—­ Oh, my granny! he spieled it off so beautifully and his eyes helped so wonderfully, also the moon, which was half out and half in, that I stayed a little longer at the gate than I should, perhaps, and let him say things he shouldn’t, but his fluency was so enjoyable I couldn’t get away.  After a while, however, when he had run down a little, I told him I didn’t think it would be respectful to what might have been if I engaged myself to him, and that sixteen was too young to be engaged, and then, too, it wasn’t positively certain that a certain young person was going to marry another young person just because she was at present engaged to him.  At which he got perfectly furious and said he would not marry that certain person if she was the only woman left on earth; that she had treated him as no lady should treat a gentleman, and that she was vain and mercenary and ambitious, and he was mortified to think he had ever imagined he had loved so shallow and weak and changeable a girl, and—­

“But you did love her, didn’t you?” I got up on the gate-post, swung my feet down, and put my hands in my lap and out of reach, the post not being big enough for two.  “Everybody says you were frightfully in love with her and you didn’t think she was shallow and weak and mercenary until you had the break, and maybe you may change your mind back again about her some day, and then where would I be?” I put my chin in my hands and my elbows in my lap and looked down at him, and he looked so hurt and surprised that I saw he had not thought of his own real gift for changing, and I realized that his attention ought to be drawn to some things he was apt to forget.  Quick as a flash, though, he said I had opened new worlds to him; that I stimulated and inspired him as no one had ever done, and that he would never love any one as he loved me, and that he would wait forever if necessary for me.  Also he said he would never change back again to a certain person, as she had killed his love, and would I not promise to be just his?  And I had to sit tight on my hands, his manner was so very imploring; and then, before I could say anything, I heard Mr. Willie Prince, who was sitting on the front porch, fanning, cough rather loud and come down the steps and call Ben, who was barking, and I knew Mr. Willie was doing what he thought was his duty, and I got down from the post and told Whythe good night.  He went away like the young man in the Bible, very sorrowful, and I went in.

It wasn’t late, but everybody had gone in except Miss Susanna and Mr. Willie, and when I sat down in a rocking-chair Miss Susanna looked at me as if she didn’t know whether to say anything or not, and I saw she was worried.  But before I could ask what was the matter she got up and kissed me good night and went in, so I asked Mr. Willie.