They had much in common--the same companions,
the same idea of the agreeable and the proper, the same passion for
out-door life, especially for hunting. He fell in love with her when she
came back from two years in England and France, and she thought that she
was in love with him. She undoubtedly was fond of him, proud of his
handsome, athletic look and bearing, proud of his skill and daring in the
hunting field.
One day--it was in the autumn a year before Howard met her--they were "in
at the death" together after a run across a stiff country that included
several dangerous jumps. "You're the only one that can keep up with me," he
said, admiring her glowing face and star-like eyes, her graceful, assured
seat on a hunter that no one else either cared or dared to ride.
"You mean you are the only one who can keep up with _me,_" she
laughed, preparing for what his face warned her was coming.
"No I don't, Marian dear. I mean that we ought to go right on keeping up
with each other. You won't say no, will you?"
Marian was liking him that day--he was looking his best. She particularly
liked his expression as he proposed to her. She had intended to pretend to
refuse him; instead her colour rose and she said: "No--which means yes.
Everybody expects it of us, Teddy.
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