Then she saw the absurdity of her idea, of any such miracle of sympathy. He was entirely concentrated upon the appeal he had come prepared to make. "Marjorie," he said, "I don't ask you to love me yet. All I ask is that you shouldn't decide _not_ to love me." Marjorie became aware of Theodore, hotly followed by Daffy, in the churchyard below. "I _know_ he's up there," Theodore was manifestly saying. Marjorie faced her lover gravely. "Mr. Magnet," she said, "I will certainly promise you that." "I would rather be your servant, rather live for your happiness, than do anything else in all the world," said Mr. Magnet. "If you would trust your life to me, if you would deign--." He paused to recover his thread. "If you would deign to let me make life what it should be for you, take every care from your shoulders, face every responsibility----" Marjorie felt she had to hurry. She could almost feel the feet of Theodore coming up that tower. "Mr. Magnet," she said, "you don't understand. You don't realize what I am. You don't know how unworthy I am--what a mere ignorant child----" "Let me be judge of that!" cried Mr. Magnet. They paused almost like two actors who listen for the prompter. It was only too obvious that both were aware of a little medley of imperfectly subdued noises below. Theodore had got to the ladder that made the last part of the ascent, and there Daffy had collared him. "_My_ birthday," said Theodore. "Come down! You _shan't_ go up there!" said Daffy. "You _mustn't_, Theodore!" "Why not?" There was something like a scuffle, and whispers. Then it would seem Theodore went--reluctantly and with protests. But the conflict receded. "Marjorie!" said Mr. Magnet, as though there had been no pause, "if you would consent only to make an experiment, if you would try to love me. Suppose you _tried_ an engagement. I do not care how long I waited...." He paused. "Will you try?" he urged upon her distressed silence. She felt as though she forced the word. "_Yes!_" she said in a very low voice. Then it seemed to her that Mr. Magnet leapt upon her. She felt herself pulled almost roughly from the embrasure, and he had kissed her. She struggled in his embrace. "Mr. Magnet!" she said. He lifted her face and kissed her lips. "Marjorie!" he said, and she had partly released herself. "Oh _don't_ kiss me," she cried, "don't kiss me yet!" "But a kiss!" "I don't like it." "I beg your pardon!" he said. "I forgot----. But you.... You.... I couldn't help it." She was suddenly wildly sorry for what she had done. She felt she was going to cry, to behave absurdly. "I want to go down," she said. "Marjorie, you have made me the happiest of men! All my life, all my strength I will spend in showing you that you have made no mistake in trusting me----" "Yes," she said, "yes," and wondered what she could say or do. It seemed to him that her shrinking pose was the most tenderly modest thing he had ever seen.