“Are we going there? Oh! I shall be afraid to tell the bishop and Mrs. Kennion!”
“You needn’t be. I told Mrs. Kennion this afternoon that I loved you to distraction. If the bishop is back from Bath, she’ll have passed on the information by now.”
“I was just going to say, when the waiter came so near, that it isn’t the public I love, it’s the singing! Just to sing and sing, that’s what I long to do!”
“And what you shall do, so help me! You know you wanted me to find a new name for you? Wasn’t I clever to think of Appleton?”
“Very! And you’re kindly freeing me of half of my ‘bizarre Americanism,’ as my Torquay correspondent called it. How shall we deal with Thomasina?”
“We’ll call her Tommy. A darling, kissable little name, Tommy!—No, I’m not going to do anything!”
“You don’t think it’s cowardly of me to marry you?”
“Cowardly?”
“Yes, when I haven’t actually proved that I can earn my living; at least, I haven’t done it long enough, or well enough, yet.”
“I think it’s brave of you to marry me.”