"Until you are ready to marry me," he suggested quietly.
A quick tremor went through her. "That won't be for a long time," she said.
"How long?" he said.
"I don't know. Dick. I haven't the least idea. I had almost made up my mind never to marry at all."
"Really?" he said. "Do you know, so had I. But I changed it the moment I met you. When did you change yours?"
She laughed, but without much mirth. "I'm not sure that—"
"No, don't you say that to me!" he interrupted. "It's not cricket. You are—quite sure, though you rather wish you weren't. Isn't that the position? Honestly now!"
"Honestly," she said, "I can't be engaged to you yet."
"All right," he said unexpectedly. "You needn't call it that if you don't want to. Facts are facts. We may not be engaged, but we are—permanently—attached. We'll leave it at that."
Again swiftly she glanced towards him. "No, but, Dick—"