"It's getting on beautifully!" he pleaded. "It never will be done.
There's going to be no end to the chapters."
"Mercy gracious! Where are you now?"
"The heroine has just said yes. The hero has just kissed her—he is just going to kiss her ag—"
"Mercy—mercy gracious!" Miss Theodosia's fair cheeks flooded pink. She held up a staying hand.
"Wait—till I get—get used to being a heroine! Am I? Was that the love story?"
"That was the love story. I have been working on it every day. Some days I had set-backs—when the heroine flung things in my face about reformed doctors, and times like that."
"She took them back again, those things. She was a kind sort of a heroine."
"She was a dear. He wanted to kiss her when she took them back, those things. I had all I could do to keep him from it. He was a tough sort of a hero to work with. I had my hands full."
"Did you love—did the hero love the heroine when they sat drinking cups of tea?"
"A little harder every cup."