"You are not vexed with me, are you?"
"I couldn't be vexed with you, Nancy. I'd let myself be cut in bits for you. And you love me, don't you? Oh, it's too good to be true! but say you do, tell me that in spite of everything you love me?"
"Haven't I been telling you so all the time? And—and yet you haven't asked me to—to——"
"What, Nancy?"
"Oh, I do hate a coward!"
"But what haven't I asked you?"
"Bob, isn't there something you want very much?"
"Yes, there is," replied Bob. "Something—that—— Nancy, you won't be vexed with me if I ask you?"
"Risk my being vexed," laughed the girl.
"Then I want to take you in my arms, and kiss you—kiss you a hundred times."