Fanny smiled into his face. “How long?”
“Well, since last Winter. Since those days we went skating together.”
Fanny clasped her hands rapturously. “Weren’t they glorious! Well, I’ll say one thing for you, you’re a good skater.” Then she rolled her eyes. “But your dancing!”
“Will you?” said Guy, plaintively.
Fanny dropped into a chair and let her hands rest in her lap. She grew very thoughtful. “I’ll think about it,” she said.
“Think about it!” Guy repeated, derisively.
Fanny assumed an injured air. “Yes, they always say that in books. I’m going to do this in the proper way, even if you don’t.”
Guy looked disconsolate. “Oh, you never take a fellow seriously.”
“Don’t I?” This time Fanny’s voice had the ring of sincerity. “Well, what do you want me to do?”
“Just say we’re engaged, can’t you?” Guy pleaded.