"Oh, I said let us be sensible for ten minutes," she demurred.
"I've been telling you the truth; that's sensible enough. Kitty, will you marry me?"
"Could you take care of me?"
"I have these two hands. I'll work."
"That would be terrible! Oh, if you were only rich!"
"You don't mean that, Kitty."
"No," relenting, "I don't. But you bother me."
"All right. This will be the last time. Will you marry me? I will do all a man can to make you happy. I love you with all my heart. I know. You're afraid; you've an idea that I am fickle. But not this time, Kitty, not this time. Will you?"
"I can not give up the stage." She knew very well that she could, but she had an idea.
"I don't ask even that. I'll travel with you and make myself useful."