He took her into his arms without a word and they started to dance ...
They were still dancing when he asked her to be his wife.
"You'll marry me, of course," he said. "We haven't too much time. The years go by so swiftly, like great white birds at sea."
They were very close when he asked her, but he made no attempt to kiss her. They went right on dancing and while he waited for her answer he talked about the moon ...
"When the lights go out and the music stops the moon will remain," he said. "It raises tides on the Earth, it inflames the minds and hearts of men. There are cyclic rhythms which would set a stone to dreaming and desiring on such a night as this."
He stopped dancing abruptly and looked at her with calm assurance.
"You will marry me, won't you?" he asked. "Allowing for a reasonable margin of error I seriously doubt if I could be happy with any of these other women. I was attracted to you the instant I saw you."
A girl who has never been asked before, who has drawn only one lone wolf cry from a newsboy could hardly be expected to resist such an offer.
Don't resist, Sally. He's strong and tall and extremely good-looking. He knows what he wants and makes up his mind quickly. Surely a man so resolute must make enough money to support a wife.
"Yes," Sally breathed, snuggling close to him. "Oh, yes!"