"Good-night!"


May 21st. Again I asked Georgiana to be mine. I am a perfect fool
about her. But she's coming my way at last--God bless her!


May 24th. I renewed my suit to Georgiana.


May 27th. I besought Georgiana to hear me.


May 28th. For the last time I offered my hand in marriage to the
elder Miss Cobb. Now I am done with her forever. I am no fool.


May 29th. Oh, _damn_ Mrs. Walters!



XVI


This morning, the 3d of June, I went out to pick the first dish
of strawberries for my breakfast. As I was stooping down I heard
a timid, playful voice at the window like the echo of a year ago:
"Are you the gardener?"

Since Georgiana will not marry me, if she would only let me alone!