“Oh, Georgie, do, do tell me!”
This ridiculous George gave a boyish laugh; clasped his Mary again; squeezed her to him till she gasped. “I've got you, Mary!” he said. He kissed the gold hair. “I've got you. I'm going to see you every day. You're coming down to live at Herons' Holt.”
Then he told her.
VI.
Miss Ram returned; directed at George a bow that Was one huge note of interrogation.
“Quite satisfactory,” George replied. “I am sure my uncle will agree.”
“There is, of course,” objected Miss Ram, “the unfortunate matter of references.”
George took a frank air. “Miss Ram, I am quite willing to take your personal assurances on that matter. On behalf of my uncle I accept them.”
“I will send a written statement of the matter,” said Miss Ram. Her air was dogged.
“I most solemnly assure you that is unnecessary.”