Again there was a silence.
“All right!” he said, at last. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
She looked away as she answered:
“Miss—Jinky is the only name I know her by—she thought I’d better go and speak to Mrs. Abercrombie.”
“All right! Do you want me to run you down there now?”
“Yes, please.”
He opened the door of the car, but made no effort to help her in. Then, when she was seated, he got in beside her.
“Miss Moriarty!” he said. “Look here! Will you marry me?”
She was too much astounded to utter a word. She sat staring at him.[Pg 307]
“You needn’t bother to answer,” he went on, without even turning his head toward her. “I know you won’t. I just wanted you to know that that was how I felt about you. Now you understand, anyhow!”