Annandale caught at her. "Say 'Yes,'" he implored. "Or at least don't say 'No.' Say something."
"Something, then. There, let me be."
At that Annandale, who still held her, held her yet tighter. "You are the dearest girl in all the world."
Fanny gave him a little shove. "Don't do that, anyone might see you."
"Yes, and see too that you belong to me."
"I am not so sure."
"You shan't go then till you are." Annandale, as he spoke, planted himself uncircuitously before her.
"Oh," said Fanny, in a little sugary, demure voice, "if you are going to use brute force——"
"I am."
"Then I give in."