“In other words, I’m not such a mug as I was. Well, you can thank Sarah and Co. for that.”
“D’you still pretend you love me?”
“I’m mad about you,” said George. “It’s just because I’m so mad that I can’t and won’t go and hand you to somebody else. Why, I’d—I’d never get over it.”
“But if this is how we get engaged, what will our marriage be like?”
“Julia,” said Fulke earnestly, “I’ll do you a blinkin’ treat. I really will. You know me pretty well, and you know it isn’t my nature to want to see your money before I deliver the goods. I’m only doing it now in self-defence. If you’d been stung like me, you’d be doing it too. Once I’ve got you I’ll never bargain again.”
“Would you be kind to me, George?”
In a trembling voice George protested that he would be insanely kind.
“Very well,” said Julia, returning the ‘orders to view.’ “I accept your terms. Find the ring, and a month after my engagement to Hubert’s been officially cancelled——”
“Oh, you darling!” said Fulke rapturously.
“Hush,” said Julia. “You’re not there yet, you know. Listen. There’s a house with no end of stairs in Prince’s Gardens. I think I should try that first. But between the others there’s really nothing to choose.”