Edgar knew himself to be the matrimonial catch of the season, and he wasn’t about to be hurried into anything.
All winter, the marriageable women flirted and pouted and many allowed themselves to be caught and kissed in the moonlight. Edgar made no promises, but one girl, more determined than the rest, emerged as front runner.
The day of decision came and Edgar looked into the icy complaisance of her eyes. She was wealthy, beautiful, suitable and icecold.
He passed her by, and offered for the hand of a plain girl with a smile as warm as a June morning.