She laughed at him. "It was forward to come here, wasn't it?"
"It was adorable. But since last Sunday, I have been thinking. What do you know about life, about men? I'm just the one who has chanced across your path. It's like stealing you. It isn't fair."
"There's Daniel," she said solemnly. "And the dentist. And your father when we had measles. And George Halkett—"
"Be serious."
"There's the tinker."
"Who on earth is he?"
"A man Rupert told me about, a made-up man, but he has come alive in my mind. I wish he hadn't. I might meet him. Once I nearly did, and if I met him, Zebedee—"
"Darling, I wish you'd listen. Suppose you married me—"
"You want me to marry you?"
"My dear, precious child—"