"You talk nonsense, and you're interrupting me. If I don't get at that scene——"
"Will you marry me? I can't take care of you if you don't, because the neighbours will talk."
"I won't marry you. I don't love you."
"No more do I love you. That's got nothing to do with it. Here's one of father's empty notebooks. Say yes, and you can have it."
His eyes fairly glistened as they fell on the book.
"For heaven's sake, don't torture me. Give me the book and have it your own way, whatever it is you want."
She laughed, gave him the book, and he was at the table instantly, sweeping back the dishes with a ruthless hand.
"No, no, into the study you go, while I make a descent on your landlady, rescue your clothes, and get the license and the minister, my liege lord."
She settled him at his desk, where he was immediately lost to his surroundings.
Bambi slipped out noiselessly, dressed for the street, humming a little song, and presently departed.