"Wants to marry me," she answered, in a whisper, and hid her face in his coat.
"The deuce doubt he does," said Jim; "who does not? What did you tell him?"
"I told him that I wondered at his audacity."
"Sent him off with a flea in his ear, in fact," said Jim. "Well, quite right. I suppose you would do the same for any man?"
"Certainly I should," she said, looking up.
"If Doctor Mulhaus, now,—eh?"
"I'd box his ears, Jim," she said, laughing; "I would, indeed."
"Or Sam Buckley; would you box his ears, if he were to—you know?"
"Yes," she said. But there spread over her face a sudden crimson blush, like the rosy arch which heralds the tropical sun, which made Jim laugh aloud.
"If you dared to say a word, Jim," she said, "I would never, never—"