"Let's be married," he cried, "on the day we were going to have the show. Let's go to Oberammergau for our honeymoon, and don't let us ever go near the theatre again. Will you, dear? Or am I dreaming?"
"Of course. I always have," she answered ingenuously; "but I hadn't a scrap of hope, and I didn't know how much I cared for you."
"Dear Flora, I shall give up the stage and devote all my time to you."
"So will I," she said. "I shall never want to act again."
"Nor I, never—never!"
"I shall rush home and countermand everything," he cried.
"Oh, go not yet; it is not yet near day," she quoted in the tender voice she used for recitation.
He burst into peals of laughter, and put his arms round her and kissed her impetuously.
"Oh, Flora, what a fool I have been all this time! And you knew it—you knew it perfectly well. I thought when we were rehearsing that once you said the words, 'O Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?' with rather marked emphasis [ on the 'thou'...."]
"Do you know that I never cared for any one but you in my life, Flora?"