"I wish," said Dr. Denton carefully, "to give you every opportunity to humiliate and infuriate me. I have always believed a little aversion to be an excellent beginning to matrimony. I don't suppose," he continued hopefully, "that by way of simplifying things you would care to marry me?"
He bit into a large sugar cookie reflectively.
"Marry!" I shouted, sitting bolt upright. I can do it now, Diary, if the occasion demands.
"Marry," said he, with the utmost calmness, but with twinkling eyes.
I collapsed.
"I think you are perfectly insane," I began. And then ceased, for want of words.
Dr. Denton sighed.
"I was afraid I couldn't persuade you," he said. "Let us pass to the next point."
I was still gasping, like a fish.