"You heard?" asked Vernon, half idiotically, for unless she had heard she could not have asked him the question.
"Of course I heard what you said, you silly, conceited fellow!"
"And your answer?"
"Any one but you knew what it would be months ago."
"You mean it—you do love me?"
It is needless saying what answers were given to Vernon's questions.
Bertha had withdrawn and left the young people together, and the hours slipped by, to them uncounted and unheeded.
When Bertha did re-enter the room, Vernon exclaimed, with all the enthusiasm of a schoolboy:
"Bertha, we are to be married in two weeks; isn't it too bad that Pauline wants to wait so long?"