He paused to let the full force of what was to come have its real value.
"What is it, Alaric?" Peg asked, all unconscious of the drama that was taking place in her cousin's heart! "Sure, what is it? Ye're not goin' to do somethin' USEFUL, are ye?"
He braced himself and went on: "I am going to ask a very charming young lady to marry me. Eh?"
"ARE ye?"
"I am."
"What do ye think o' that, now!"
"And—WHO—DO—YOU—THINK—IT—IS?"
He waited, wondering if she would guess correctly. It would be so helpful if only she could.
But she was so unexpected.
"I couldn't guess it in a hundred years, Alaric. Ralely, I couldn't."