He said: “Mary, do you know what I am going to talk about?”
She had been a little silent that morning, he had thought; did not answer now, but smiled.
He laid a hand upon both hers. “You must say 'yes.' You've got to say 'yes' about twenty times this morning, so start now. Do you know what I'm going to talk about?”
“Yes.”
“No objections this time?”
“Yes.”
He laughed; gave her hand a little smack of reproof. (You who have loved will excuse these lovers' absurdities.) “No, no; you are only to say 'yes' when I tell you. No objections to the subject this morning?”
His Mary told him “No.”
“Couldn't have a better morning for it, could we?”
She took a little catch at her breath.