“Marry you!” he exclaimed. “Next week? To-morrow? This afternoon? You need only say when—”
“Oh, not for years and years,” she said, interrupting him. “You mustn’t dream of such a thing for years and years!”
“For years and years!” he cried in astonishment.
“That’s what I said,” she told him.
He released her in his surprise and stared hard at her. And then he seized her again and kissed her soundly.
“You don’t mean it!” he declared.
“I do mean it!” she declared.
And then she shook her head in a very sweet but painfully resolute manner.
“I won’t be called a cradle-robber,” she said, firmly; and at that her companion swore mildly but fervently.
“You’re so young,” she said further; “and not a bit settled,” she added.