He laughed, and threw one arm round her waist.
"Thanks!—I don't want to marry 'anybody'—I want to marry you! The question is, will you have me?"
She smiled.
"If I thought it would be for your good——"
Stooping quickly he kissed her.
"That's very much for my good!" he declared. "And now that I've told you my mind, you must tell me yours. Do you love me, Mary?"
"I'm afraid you know that already too well!" she said, with a wistful radiance in her eyes.
"I don't!" he declared—"I'm not at all sure of you——"
She interrupted him.
"Are you sure of yourself?"