“Are you, Frank? How?”
“In any way that suggests itself.” I added, helplessly, “I don’t know how.”
“I’ll do whatever you tell me,” she said, simply and submissively.
“Then will you just walk away with me some afternoon—and be married—without saying anything to any one?”
“If you say so.”
“When shall we do it?”
“Whenever you like.”
“Next week?”
“If that suits you.”