"Wasn't that what you meant when you threw me over?"
She shook her head, "No, it wasn't what I meant—but since you've made up your mind, I suppose there's no use for me to say a word?"
"On the whole I don't think there is—for your words are not honest ones."
"Then why do you judge me by them, Abel?" she asked very softly.
"Because a man must judge by something and I can't look into your heart.
But if I'm not to be your lover," he added, "I'll not be your plaything.
It's now or never."
"Why, Abel!" she exclaimed in mock astonishment.
"It's the last time I shall ever ask you—Molly, will you marry me?"
"You've forgotten poor Mr. Mullen."
"Hang Mr. Mullen! I shall ask you just three times, and the third time will be the last—Now, Molly will you marry me? That's the second."
"But it's so sudden, Abel."