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"But supposing you never got it caged," I returned. "Syb, what do you mean?" "What could I mean?" I don't know. There are always about four or five meanings in what you say." "Oh, thanks, Mr Beecham! You must be very astute. I am always thankful when I am able to dish one meaning out of my idle gabble."
And if they don't, Syb, I'll come along and spend a couple of hundred pounds myself." "You'll do no such thing," she snapped; "and please get out of that ridiculous habit of reducing my name to one syllable. If the people of the town can't help to support their own hospital, then they don't deserve to have one, and I'm certainly not going to allow you to waste our money on that sort of nonsense."
It was a bit tough being cleared out from all the old ways, but if I have you to stand by me it will be a great start. Say what you said last Sunday. again. Syb, say you will be my wife." I had expected him to put it in that way, and believing in doing all or nothing, had laid out that I would put my hand in his and promise what he asked. But now the word wife finished me up.
"Syb, I will try and fix matters up a bit, and will claim you in that time if I have a home." "Claim me, home or not, if you are so disposed, but I will make this condition. Do not tell anyone we are engaged, and remember you are perfectly free. If you see a woman you like more than me, promise me on your sacred word that you will have none of those idiotic unjust ideas of keeping true to me.
I wanted a man who would be masterful and strong, who would help me over the rough spots of life one who had done hard grinding in the mill of fate one who had suffered, who had understood. No; I could never marry Harold Beecham. "Well, Syb, little chum, what do you say?" "Say!" and the words fell from me bitterly "I say, leave me; go and marry the sort of woman you ought to marry.
"There, Madame, there, hear what your pattern of gentleness and goodness says. Don't talk to me any more about being more like a boy than a girl. Here Syb declares she would like to see the pirates roasted alive." Sybil. "Now, Gatty, how can you?" Gatty. "You said you did not care what became of them; perhaps flayed alive will suit you better." Sybil. "Horrid girl, how you make me shudder."
I am young and strong, and am used to hard work, so poverty will not alarm me in the least. If you want me, I want you. "Syb, you are such a perfect little brick that I couldn't be such a beggarly cur as to let you do that. I knew you were as true as steel under your funny little whims and contrariness; and could you really love me now that I am poor?"
I could feel my heart grow as bitterly cold as my demeanour was icily stiff, when I stood up and said curtly: "This is a great surprise, Mr Beecham." "Not an unpleasant one, I hope," he said pleasantly. "We will not discuss the matter. Come inside out of the heat." "I'm in no hurry, Syb, and couldn't I help you with that poor little devil?" "I'm only trying to give it another chance of life."
"That is, if you really care for me, and think it wise to choose me of all my sex." Ere he put it in words I read his answer in the clear brown eyes bent upon me. "Syb, you know what I feel and would Eke, but I think it would be mean of me to allow you to make such a sacrifice."
I wondered what Harold thought of the woman he had selected as his future wife being shut up for being a "naughty girl". The situation amused me exceedingly. About nine o'clock he knocked at my window and said: "Never mind, Syb. I tried to get you off, but it was no go. Old people often have troublesome straitlaced ideas. It will blow over by tomorrow."
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