`` Oh , wo n't you tell us about him , Miss Holmes ? '' she coaxed , `` and why did n't you marry him ? '' `` That is right , Miss Mercer , '' said Josephine Cameron , with a nasty little laugh . `` Make her tell . We 're all interested . It 's news to us that Charlotte ever had a beau . '' If Josephine had not said that , I might not have gone on . But she did say it , and , moreover , I caught Mary Gillespie and Adella Gilbert exchanging significant smiles . That settled it , and made me quite reckless . `` In for a penny , in for a pound , '' thought I , and I said with a pensive smile : `` Nobody here knew anything about him , and it was all long , long ago . '' `` What was his name ? '' asked Wilhelmina . `` Cecil Fenwick , '' I answered promptly . Cecil had always been my favorite name for a man ; it figured quite frequently in the blank book . As for the Fenwick part of it , I had a bit of newspaper in my hand , measuring a hem , with `` Try Fenwick 's Porous Plasters '' printed across it , and I simply joined the two in sudden and irrevocable matrimony . `` Where did you meet him ? '' asked Georgie . I hastily reviewed my past . There was only one place to locate Cecil Fenwick . The only time I had ever been far enough away from Avonlea in my life was when I was eighteen and had gone to visit an aunt in New Brunswick .
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