"Will you always? Are you quite, quite sure that I am the one girl in all the world for you, as you are the one man for me?"
"Darling, you are the only one in the world I have ever so much as looked at."
"Would you never, never forget me, or marry anyone else, no matter what happened?"
"Never," he assured her, "never."
She sighed contentedly.
"What should I do if you forgot me, Mark? I should die. But," she added in a different tone, "I think I should kill you first!"
Mark laughed a little uneasily.
"Hush, hush," he said, "you mustn't talk so much about killing. A minute ago you were talking of killing my poor old uncle. If I took you seriously what should I think? It is lucky I love you as I do, otherwise doesn't it occur to you that it might get you into trouble to talk in this wild way?"
"You can take me as seriously as you like," she answered gravely. "I am serious enough, God knows. But I shouldn't talk about it, even to you, if I didn't know it was safe. You see, I know you are like me."
"Like you? I'm dashed if I am! How do you mean? I am like you?"