Miss Vernon's tone, as she replied, was demure:
"You're not to tell your mother, and you're not to tell her or anyone; I daresay you'll laugh, but I don't mind telling you that I'd ideas about her myself. They came to me when I saw her standing bareheaded in the morning sunshine, outside my caravan door--from nowhere, there and then. But this fellow's put them out of joint. It seems to me that theirs is a case of Kismet."
They had gone several more steps when she put to him a question which seemed to have very little to do with what he had just been saying:
"I don't know why you ask; have you any particular reason for supposing that I am worse than the crowd?"
"No; none at all. Only--I was wondering if it wasn't possible that you might find another girl who could be--trusted to make a good man happy."
End of Project Gutenberg's The Coward Behind the Curtain, by Richard Marsh