“Yes, they have told me.”
“Well, I have nothing to hide, I think; nothing more that you ought to know: though I’ve been a scamp one way and another.”
“‘That I ought to know’?” she repeated.
“Yes: for when a man asks a woman to be his wife, he should be prepared to open the cupboard of skeletons.” She was silent; her heart was beating so hard that it hurt her.
“I am going to ask you to be my wife, Delia.”
She was silent, and sat motionless, her hands clasped in her lap.
He went on
“I don’t know that you will be wise to accept me, but if you will take the risk—”
“Oh, Gaston, Gaston!” she said, and her hands fluttered towards his.
An hour later, he said to her, as they parted for the night: