Almostdirectlyafterthis，Ifeltaman’shandonmyshoulderandheardSaumarezbellowinginmyearThroughtherattlingofthetreesandhowlingofthewind，Ididnotcatchhiswordsatonce，butatlastIheardhimsay：“I’veproposedtothewrongone！WhatshallIdo？”SaumarezhadnooccasiontomakethisconfidencetomeIwasneverafriendofhis，noramInow；butIfancyneitherofuswereourselvesjustthenHewasshakingashestoodwithexcitement，andIwasfeelingqueeralloverwiththeelectricity。
Icouldnotthinkofanythingtosayexcept：——“Morefoolyouforproposinginadust-storm。”ButIdidnotseehowthatwouldimprovethemistake。
Thenheshouted：“Where’sEdith——EdithCopleigh？”EdithwastheyoungestsisterIansweredoutofmyastonishment：——“WhatdoyouwantwithHER？”Wouldyoubelieveit，forthenexttwominutes，heandIwereshoutingateachotherlikemaniacs——hevowingthatitwastheyoungestsisterhehadmeanttoproposetoallalong，andI
tellinghimtillmythroatwashoarsethathemusthavemadeamistake！Ican’taccountforthisexcept，again，bythefactthatwewereneitherofusourselvesEverythingseemedtomelikeabaddream——fromthestampingofthehorsesinthedarknesstoSaumareztellingmethestoryofhislovingEdithCopleighsincethefirstHewasstillclawingmyshoulderandbeggingmetotellhimwhereEdithCopleighwas，whenanotherlullcameandbroughtlightwithit，andwesawthedust-cloudformingontheplaininfrontofusSoweknewtheworstwasoverThemoonwaslowdown，andtherewasjusttheglimmerofthefalsedawnthatcomesaboutanhourbeforetherealoneButthelightwasveryfaint，andtheduncloudroaredlikeabullIwonderedwhereEdithCopleighhadgone；andasIwaswonderingIsawthreethingstogether：FirstMaudCopleigh’sfacecomesmilingoutofthedarknessandmovetowardsSaumarez，whowasstandingbymeI
heardthegirlwhisper，“George。”andslideherarmthroughthearmthatwasnotclawingmyshoulder，andIsawthatlookonherfacewhichonlycomesonceortwiceinalifetime-whenawomanisperfectlyhappyandtheairisfulloftrumpetsandgorgeous-