"Ah, William," I asked, with a moment's sorrowful doubt, "are you sure
of that? Are you certain that it is not fame you look forward so
eagerly to possess, instead of me?"
"How _dare_ you say such a thing?" he answered, sternly. I did not mind
the sternness; there was love behind it.
"And what am I to do while you are thus winning gold and glory?" I
asked, at length.
"I will tell you, Juanita. In the first place, you are _not_ to waste
your time and spirits in long, romantic reveries, and vain pining
because we cannot be together."
"Indeed, I will not!" was my quick reply, though I colored deeply. I
was ashamed that he thought me in danger of loving him too well. "I
know you think me foolish and sentimental; but I assure you I will try
to be different, since you wish it."
"That is my own dear girl! You must go out,--you must see people,--you
must enjoy yourself. You must study, too; don't let your mind rust
because you are engaged. It will be quite time enough for that when we
are married."
"You need not be afraid; I shall always wish to please you, William,
and so I shall always endeavor to improve."
"Good child!" he said, laughing. "But you will not always be such an
obedient infant, Juanita.
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