"Get married, Dave."
"Who'd have me?"
"I would. Marry me, Dave."
"Lord, no!" he exploded.
"I expected a refusal," she said softly. "I didn't expect quite such a vigorous rejection."
"I'm not rejecting you," he said earnestly. "You're a fine woman, Jane."
"Who was she?" Jane asked.
"She? Who?"
"The girl that broke your heart."
Dave laughed. "I'm not carrying any torch," he told her. He leaned on one elbow and looked down at her. The starlight was faint, but he could see her well enough. "In fact, Jane, under other circumstances I might get quite soft-headed about you."