But she uttered a laugh of high defiance. "Oh, I'm not afraid of you.
You're not full-grown yet. You're ashamed of yourself already."
He coloured deeply at the taunt, but he maintained his hold upon her.
"All right," he said. "Say I did it all! It doesn't matter how you put it. The fact remains."
"What fact?" said Toby swiftly.
He clasped her a little closer. "Well,—do you think I'm going to let you go—after this?"
She caught her breath sharply. "What do you mean? I—I—I don't know what you mean!"
There was quick agitation in her voice. Again she sought to free herself, and again he frustrated her. But the violence had gone out of his hold. There was even a touch of dignity about him as he made reply.
"I mean, you little wild butterfly, that now I've got you, I'm going to keep you. You'll have to marry me and make the best of me."
"Marry you!" said Toby as one incredulous.
"Yes. What's the matter with the idea? Don't you want to?" Bunny's good-looking young face came close to hers. He was laughing, but there was a half-coaxing note in his voice as well.