“Some day,” he said, drawing nearer to her, “you will try me too high.”
She laughed scornfully.
“Are you trying to threaten me?”
He came nearer still. His hand rested against the wall, within a few inches of her. Her lips were a little parted, but her eyes flashed.
“What do you mean?” she demanded. “How dare you come so near to me!”
His eyes met hers steadily.
“I am going to propose,” he told her. “I can’t from the other side of the balcony.”
“Propose!” she repeated contemptuously.
“Will you marry me please, Sybil?” he asked.