“It ain’t all cheese an’ honey,” she confessed.
“No, an’ it never will be. Now, why can’t you pull up stakes—”
“Jimmy!”
“Don’t butt in!” he begged more seriously. “This is different than last time. I’m a—a respectable man now an’ you’re a respectable woman.”
“Always have been,” she cautioned him.
“I know,” he hastened to admit. “What I’ve been tryin’ to say is: Keep your job a little longer if you want to, till I go on with mine an’ get lots o’ dough. In the meanwhile—” He stopped.
“Well?” she ventured, but with an ominous inflection.
“I’ll rent the little flat off Nolan, an’ you an’ I can—”
“Jimmy!”
“But I’m askin’ you to marry me this time,” he protested.