"No, of course not."
"But—he asked you?"
"That is scarcely a fair question, is it?"
"No, no, forgive me; it is not. But do you understand—what your words mean to me?"
She was silent at this.
"I love you—love you," he went on. "I want you to be my wife."
"I'm so glad," she said simply.
"But do you understand?" cried Dick. He could not believe in his own happiness, could not help thinking there must be some mistake. "This means everything to me."
"Of course I understand. I've known it for a long time, that is, I've felt it must be so. And I've wondered why you did not come and tell me."