"Well, of course," Pauline explained. "We've been in love for very nearly a year."
"And when have you decided to get married?"
Pauline looked at Guy.
"We thought in about two years, Sir," said Guy. "That is, of course, as soon as I've published my first book. Perhaps in a year really."
"Just when you find it convenient in fact," said the Rector still twinkling.
"Well, Father," Pauline interrupted, "have we got your permission? Because that's what we've come up to ask."
"You surprize me," said the Rector, starting back with an exaggerated look of astonishment such as one might use with children.
"Father, if you won't be serious about it, I shall be very much hurt."
"I am very serious indeed about it," said the Rector. "And supposing I said I wouldn't hear of any such thing as an engagement between you two young creatures, what would you say then?"
"Oh, I should never forgive you," Pauline declared. "Besides we're not young. Guy is twenty-three."