"You kissed me as if—as if——"
"I know," I said.
"I didn't think that any woman in the world could kiss like that," he said. "My God! I didn't think it! Pam, are we both crazy?"
"Yes," I said.
His eyes began to flicker and twinkle, those curious hazel eyes, not brown, not yellow, and not readable.
"I want things explained," he said, "and yet I don't want them explained. You are sure you aren't married?"
"Quite," I said.
"Then, Pam, will you marry me? Oh, Pam!—listen to it—you funny, exquisite little person! Listen to it!—doesn't it sound gorgeous!—Heaven!—you married to me! Did you ever like anything in the world as much as the sound of that, my sweet?"
"No," I whispered.
He put his face down to mine. I was trembling and crying; his face was wet.