"Please—".
"No—you love me?"
"Yes—there—I love you—now—".
"No, kiss me again."
"Tom—no." But the negative was weak and Pembroke took it so.
"Now," he said, as they began to cross the meadow, "we must tell Mrs. Frost and Dan."
"Tell them what?"
"Why, that we are in love with each other, and that you are going to marry me. What else?"
"No, no," exclaimed Nancy, "You must say nothing. I am not in love. I don't mean to marry you."
"But why not? You are. You do."