Chapter I. On Trial

"I really don‘t know why I accepted him. But somehow it was done before I knew. He waltzes so divinely that it intoxicates me, and then I naturally cease to be responsible for my actions."

Doris Fielding leant back luxuriously, her hands clasped behind her head.

"I can‘t think what he wants to marry me for," she said reflectively. "I am quite sure I don‘t want to marry him."

"Then, my dear child, what possessed you to accept him?" remonstrated her friend, Vera Abingdon, from behind the tea-table.

"That‘s just what I don‘t know," said Doris, a little smile twitching the corner of her mouth. "However, it doesn‘t signify greatly. I don‘t mind being engaged for a little while if he is good, but I certainly shan‘t go on if I don‘t like it. It‘s in the nature of an experiment, you see； and it really is necessary, for there is absolutely no other way of testing the situation."

She glanced at her friend and burst into a gay peal of l

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