"You know that I love you."
"Better than anybody in the world?"
"Yes;—better than anybody in the world."
"And after all you will be—my wife?"
"Oh, Will,—how you question one!"
"You shall say it, and then it will all be fair and honest."
"Say what? I'm sure I thought I had said everything."
"Say that you mean to be my wife."
"I suppose so,—if you wish it."
"Wish it!" said he, getting up from his seat, and throwing his hat into the bushes on one side; "wish it! I don't think you have ever understood how I have wished it. Look here, Clara; I found when I got down to Norfolk that I couldn't live without you. Upon my word it is true. I don't suppose you'll believe me."