Arrived at the sundial we stopped.
“This is my proposal,” I said: “we will say that we decide that the house is yours—we will spend the £20,000 in restoring it and the grounds. By the time that’s done we can decide who is to have it.”
“Oh, we’ll draw lots, or toss a halfpenny, or anything you like.”
“I’d rather decide now,” she said; “you take it.”
“No, you shall.”
“I’d rather you had it. I—I don’t feel so greedy as I did yesterday,” she said.
“Neither do I. Or at any rate not in the same way.”
“Do—do take the house,” she said very earnestly.
Then I said: “My cousin Selwyn, unless you take the house, I shall make you an offer of marriage.”