After a slight pause he said: “Would you mind putting down your book for a few minutes?”
She lowered it, her finger at the place, and faced him.
“Well?”
“Have you no question to ask me?”
“None.”
“You are great!” he exclaimed. “But I have a question to ask.”
She lifted her hand to her mouth and gave a little yawn. His colour deepened, but he spoke calmly enough.
“How soon will you marry me, Kitty?”
There was cruelty in her voice. “Mr. Symington, how far do you intend to go with this idiotic business?” She threw a significant glance around the room. “It must have cost you a good deal of money so far—and all for nothing!”
He winced, but kept himself in hand.