She turned sharply upon him, a flash of indignation in her eyes.
“Not quite serious? Yes, I have thought that. And were you quite serious in anything you said?”
“I loved you,” he answered curtly, answering her steady look.
“Yet wanted to see whether—”
She could not finish the sentence; her throat quivered.
“I loved you, that’s all. And I believe I still love you.”
Rhoda turned to the fire again.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, moving a step nearer.
“I think you are “not quite serious”.”
“I have asked you twice. I ask for the third time.”