"Not of you, but of myself."
"You haven't taken my dare," he urged under this encouragement.
"Please, please," she begged.
"We can never marry, so don't let us discuss it."
"Then I copper your bet to lose." He was almost gay, now, for success was coming faster than his fondest imagining.
She liked him, without a doubt; and without a doubt she liked him well enough to let him hold her hand, well enough to be not repelled by the nearness of him.
She shook her head.
"No, it is impossible.
You would lose your bet."
For the first time a dark suspicion crossed Daylight's mind—a clew that explained everything.
"Say, you ain't been let in for some one of these secret marriages have you?"
The consternation in his voice and on his face was too much for her, and her laugh rang out, merry and spontaneous as a burst of joy from the throat of a bird.
Daylight knew his answer, and, vexed with himself decided that action was more efficient than speech.
So he stepped between her and the wind and drew her so that she stood close in the shelter of him.
An unusually stiff squall blew about them and thrummed overhead in the tree-tops and both paused to listen.
A shower of flying leaves enveloped them, and hard on the heel of the wind came driving drops of rain.
He looked down on her and on her hair wind-blown about her face; and because of her closeness to him and of a fresher and more poignant realization of what she meant to him, he trembled so that she was aware of it in the hand that held hers.
She suddenly leaned against him, bowing her head until it rested lightly upon his breast.
And so they stood while another squall, with flying leaves and scattered drops of rain, rattled past.
With equal suddenness she lifted her head and looked at him.
"Do you know," she said, "I prayed last night about you.
I prayed that you would fail, that you would lose everything everything."
Daylight stared his amazement at this cryptic utterance.
"That sure beats me.
I always said I got out of my depth with women, and you've got me out of my depth now.
Why you want me to lose everything, seeing as you like me—"
"I never said so."
"You didn't dast say you didn't.
So, as I was saying: liking me, why you'd want me to go broke is clean beyond my simple understanding.
It's right in line with that other puzzler of yours, the more-you-like-me-the-less-you-want-to-marry-me one.
Well, you've just got to explain, that's all."
His arms went around her and held her closely, and this time she did not resist.
Her head was bowed, and he had not see her face, yet he had a premonition that she was crying.
He had learned the virtue of silence, and he waited her will in the matter.
Things had come to such a pass that she was bound to tell him something now.
Of that he was confident.
"I am not romantic," she began, again looking at him as he spoke.
"It might be better for me if I were.
Then I could make a fool of myself and be unhappy for the rest of my life.
But my abominable common sense prevents.
And that doesn't make me a bit happier, either."
"I'm still out of my depth and swimming feeble," Daylight said, after waiting vainly for her to go on.
"You've got to show me, and you ain't shown me yet.
Your common sense and praying that I'd go broke is all up in the air to me.
Little woman, I just love you mighty hard, and I want you to marry me.
That's straight and simple and right off the bat.
Will you marry me?"
She shook her head slowly, and then, as she talked, seemed to grow angry, sadly angry; and Daylight knew that this anger was against him.
"Then let me explain, and just as straight and simply as you have asked."
She paused, as if casting about for a beginning.