The moments passed. From his prostrate position behind the seat he was unable to obtain a view of the lawn, and stopped ringing the bell to listen. He heard a faint cry in the distance, and then the flutter of skirts. The next instant Betty was bending over him, white and breathless. "Oh!" she cried, "how _did_ it happen? Did the seat tip over backwards--are you hurt?" and kneeling beside him raised his unhallowed head. The Indiarubber Man closed his eyes. "You told me to ring if I wasn't comfortable, and I wasn't a bit. I hate the smell of marigolds too. No--please don't move; I'm very comfortable now." Betty looked wildly in the direction of the house for help. "I heard the bell," she said in a queer, breathless little voice, "and I just came out to look . . . and then I ran. I ought to have called someone. Ring the bell--I can't move you by myself. We must have assistance. How _did_ this happen?" The Indiarubber Man opened his eyes. "The seat tipped over backwards." "But _how_?" "It--it just tipped--as it were." "Will you promise to lie still for one minute while I run for help--are you in pain?" "No. As a matter of fact, I wanted to ask you a question." "What?" asked Betty, reaching for the bell with her disengaged hand. "Betty, will you marry me?" The Indiarubber Man's bandaged head was deposited once more among the marigolds. Betty rose to her feet, astonishment and indignation joining forces to overcome laughter within her. The resultant of all three was something suspiciously like tears. "_What_? Oh, I do believe--I don't believe it was an accident at all----" "Will you, Betty?" queried the Indiarubber Man from the depths of the marigolds. Voices sounded beyond the yews. A white-coated orderly appeared in the distance, stood a moment in astonishment, and came running across the grass towards them. "Quick! There's someone coming. I swear I won't be budged till you answer." The orderly arrived panting. "What's up, miss, an accident?" "Oh," gasped Betty. "Yes!" The Indiarubber Man suffered himself to be moved.