"She sure thinks you're some man, Geoff! I guess she's—kind o'—fond of you."
"That's what I've come to talk about, Spike."
"Are you—fond of her, Geoff?"
"Fond!" exclaimed Ravenslee, forgetting to drawl, "I'm so fond—I love her so much—I honour her so deeply that I want her for my wife."
"Wife?" exclaimed Spike, starting to his feet, his eyes suddenly radiant, "d'ye mean you'll marry her?"
"If she will honour me so far, Spike."
"Marry her! You'll marry her!" Spike repeated.
"As soon as she'll let me!"
"Geoff—oh, Geoff," exclaimed the boy, and choking, turned away.
"Won't you congratulate me?"