Coming to her quickly. Ah, please—please don’t take that tone with me. I’m no boy. And I’m simply mad about you. If you don’t marry me, I—I—I’m done for.
Lily.
H’sh! Nonsense; not you!
Farncombe.
It’s true. Life’ll be over for me from that moment, if you refuse to marry me.
Lily.
Mockingly. Over!
Farncombe.
Oh, love is all on my side at present, naturally; but, as God hears me, it’ll be no fault of mine if you don’t grow to love me in time.
Lily.