A hand pressure, a few inconsequent phrases, that is always enough for two strong characters in the hour of reconciliation. 262
Cleigh out of the way, Jane tried to disengage her hand, but Dennison only tightened his grip.
“No”—a pause—“it’s different now. The old boy will find some kind of a job for me. Will you marry me, Jane? I did not speak before, because I hadn’t anything to offer.”
“No?”
“I couldn’t offer marriage until I had a job.”
“But supposing your father doesn’t give you one?”
“Why——”
“You poor boy! I’m only fishing.”
“For what?”
“Well, why do you want to marry me?”