"I'm sorry. I ought to have warned you. You looked so lovely I couldn't help myself. Millie, I adore you. I have done so ever since I first met you. I love you. I love you. You must marry me. We'll be happy for ever and ever."
There were so many things that Millie should have said. The simple truth was that she had been in love with him for weeks and had no other thought but that.
"We can't marry," she said at last feebly. "We're both very young. We've got no money."
"Young!" said Bunny scornfully. "Why, I'm twenty-seven, and as to money I'll soon make some. Millie, come here!"
She who had but now scolded the Miss Platts as though they were school children went to him.
"See!" he put his hands on her shoulders staring into her eyes, "I oughtn't to have kissed you like that just now. It wasn't right. I'm going to begin properly now. Dear Millicent, will you marry me?"
"What will your mother——?"
"Dear Millicent, will you marry me?"
"But if you haven't any money?"