“Fanny!”
She leaned forward a little, her lips curved into a smile.
“Well?”
For answer he caught her to him with a cry, and another “Fanny!”
When she was released, she put an anxious question.
“Tell me the truth. It was really you who proposed?”
But he had grown audacious.
“What does it matter?”
“It matters a great deal, for I had been screwing myself up to do it, in case you were too shy, but I really believe it would have killed me. Didn’t you see how uncomfortable I was?”
“I, you mean. I was wretched.”