“Let’s stop their tongues,” he interrupted.
“How?”
“By announcing our engagement.” He gripped her hands. “For we are engaged, aren’t we?”
“I—I don’t know,” she breathed.
“Don’t know?” He stared at her. “Why, you’re white as a sheet! You’re not in earnest?”
“Yes.”
“What does this mean?”
“I—I had started to tell you. You must remember that I am an unpopular person, and that in my father I am representing an unpopular man. And you must remember that you are candidate for mayor.”
He had begun to get her drift.
“Well?”