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_E._ No, but on that very account people should have borne with me more
than they have! (_Still with feeling._) Things might have been
different.
_H._ (_going toward her_). Esther! (_A bell._)
_E._ (_hurriedly_). Never mind! There is the door-bell! Things are going
to be different! (_With a faint smile._) I told you he did not like any
sweet at all in his.
_H._ (_impetuously_). And have I not had my full allowance of bitter? It
is time you began dispensing sweets—so let him stay away.
_E._ (_laughing nervously_). But—but it wasn’t my idea to get rid of
him.
_H._ The plan is ready for your acceptance. You were going to tell me
you were engaged to-morrow—tell him so to-day, instead!
_E._ (_glancing at clock_). I cannot. His engagement was made with me a
week ago.
_H._ And mine five years ago. (_She hesitates._) Besides, he is
late—half an hour late. What is it about a lover who is late? He has
divided his time into more than “the thousandth part of a minute.”
_E._ (_laughing_). And are you not later—by four years?
_H._ (_firmly_). I am twenty-four hours ahead of time.
_A knock. Enter maid with a card._
_E._ Show him into the reception-room. I will come in a moment. (_Exit
maid._) It is he, Harold. I must go.
_H._ (_taking her hands_). Esther, think one moment. Forget the four
years. I have come a day too soon. I have swallowed two cups of tea and
eight lumps of sugar and made a general ass of myself—but—I love you.
_E._ But—but this is so shameless! I thought I should have to
say—something like that—to him.
_H._ (_coolly_). And I am in time to save you from so unfortunate a
mistake. You had much better tell it to me.
_E._ But I must give him an answer.
_H._ Give me one first! Adopt my plan, it is so simple. Send word—or
tell him, if you like—that you are engaged. But come back!
_E._ Indeed, he shall have his answer first. His right demands
precedence at least. But (_opening the door_) I will come back.
_H._ To five years ago?
_E._ Perhaps. (_Returns just as she is leaving the room._) But, Harold,
Harold, I thought an afternoon tea was so safe, or I should _never_ have
asked you.
_H._ And so did I—or I should never have come.
CURTAIN.
[Illustration: [Couple]]
THE COMMONEST POSSIBLE STORY
BY BLISS PERRY
[Illustration: [Flowers]]
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