"No. As a matter of fact, I wanted to ask you a question."
"What?" asked Betty, reaching for the bell with her disengaged hand.
"Betty, will you marry me?"
The Indiarubber Man's bandaged head was deposited once more among the marigolds. Betty rose to her feet, astonishment and indignation joining forces to overcome laughter within her. The resultant of all three was something suspiciously like tears.
"What? Oh, I do believe—I don't believe it was an accident at all——"
"Will you, Betty?" queried the Indiarubber Man from the depths of the marigolds.
Voices sounded beyond the yews. A white-coated orderly appeared in the distance, stood a moment in astonishment, and came running across the grass towards them.
"Quick! There's someone coming. I swear I won't be budged till you answer."
The orderly arrived panting. "What's up, miss, an accident?"
"Oh," gasped Betty. "Yes!"