"Marjory," he said, "didn't I ask you to marry me?"
She nodded.
"That was necessary in order that we might be engaged," she reminded him.
"Exactly," he agreed. "Now there seems to be only one way that we may keep right on being engaged."
"I don't see that, Monte," she answered. "We may keep on being engaged as long as we please, may n't we?"
"It seems not. That is, there is n't much sense in it if it won't let me go to Étois with you."
"Of course you can't do that."
"And yet," he said, "if we were married I could go, couldn't I?"
"Why—er—yes," she faltered; "I suppose so."
"Then," he said, "why don't we get married?"