"It doesn't matter," she said slowly; "for however much you might have liked me you'd never have done so half as much as I've cared for you."
"Oh I'm so poor!" Nick murmured cheerfully.
With her eyes looking at him as in a new light she slowly shook her head. Then she declared: "You never can live it down."
"I like that! Haven't I asked you to marry me? When did you ever ask me?"
"Every day of my life! As I say, it's hard—for a proud woman."
"Yes, you're too proud even to answer me."
"We must think of it, we must talk of it."
"Think of it? I've thought of it ever so much."
"I mean together. There are many things in such a question."
"The principal thing is beautifully to give me your word."