With a laugh he dropped her hands, and that laugh restored them to their former intimacy.
"Oh, Roland," she said, "what fun we shall have when we are married."
He asked whether she thought her parents would be pleased, and she was certain that they would.
"They like you so much." Then she insisted on his telling when and how he had first discovered that he was in love with her. "Come along; let's sit on the gate and you shall tell me all about it. Now, when was the first time, the very first time, that you thought you were in love with me?"
"Oh, but I don't know."
"Yes, you do; you must, of course you must, or you'd be nothing of a lover. Come on, or I shall take back my promise."
"Well, then, that evening on the stairs."
Muriel pouted.
"Oh, then!"
"Do you remember it?" he said.