“I love you,” he repeated, his lips wet with her tears. “I didn’t think it square to say so before; but now things are so different—with the big building ours. Can’t you see——”
She drew a quick, tense breath and a stifled sob escaped her quivering mouth—that warm, yielding little mouth his lips sought now and gained.
She had no longer the strength to resist.
“Sue,” he pleaded, against her lips; “Sue—will—will you be my wife?”
“Tell me you love me,” he insisted.
For an instant he released her.
“Will you?” he pleaded.
“Yes,” she whispered in his ear.
“Yes,” she repeated tensely, and her young arm went strong about his neck.