Lippa smiles. 'Oh you silly boy,' she says, 'you look as grave as a judge. Mabel, if she happened to come in, would think we had been quarrelling already.'
'Then you intend doing so later on?' queries he.
'Certainly; we should be very dull if we didn't, besides there will be always the making up.'
'Oh what a child you are,' says he laughing, 'but do you really love me?'
'Of course,' replies she gaily, and then seeing how earnest he is she goes up to him and slipping her arms round his neck she says, 'there is one thing you have not done.'
'What is it?' asks he.
'You've never settled where we are to live.'
'And more important still, you will not settle when we are to be married.'
'Not just yet; you see I shall have to get some clothes, and they couldn't be ready before Lent, and it would be unlucky to be married then.'
'That will put it off for at least three months,' objects he.