"We can't," said Bunny with decision. "And there's no reason why we should. Look here! You don't want to marry anyone else, do you?"
"I don't want to marry at all," said Toby.
He laughed at that. "Darling, of course you'll marry. Come! You might as well have me first as last. You won't get any other fellow to suit you half as well. What? Say you'll have me! Come, you've got to. You don't hate me, do you?"
Again the pleading note was in his voice. She responded to it almost involuntarily. Her hands slipped upwards to his shoulders.
"But—I'm not good enough," she said again, catching back a sob.
His arms enfolded her, closely and tenderly. "Oh, skip that!" he said. "I won't listen."
"You—you—you're very silly," murmured Toby, with her head against his neck.
"No. I'm not. I'm very sensible. Look here, we're engaged now, aren't we?" said Bunny.
"No—no—we're not!" Her voice came muffled against his coat. "You're not to think of such a thing for ages and ages and ages."
"Oh, rot!" he said again with impatience. "I hate a waiting game—especially when there's nothing to wait for. You're not going to give me the go-by now."