“Will you give me the papers?” she asked again, imperturbably. He looked at her uncertainly.
“And if I do not give them to you?”
“Then you may go.” She pointed imperiously to the door.
“You are cruel. And if I do give them?”
Her face lighted.
“Ah. If you give them, perhaps—”
He leaned forward. “Well?”
“Perhaps—perhaps—you may have an answer.”
When he took her hand again she gave it to him unresistingly. “If I give you these papers, will you promise me—to be my wife?”