"Betty," he said, "I quite forgot. I came home for the express purpose of doing so. I have thought and dreamed of nothing else, all through the long marches in Africa; all the way home I have thought of that and of your answer. Betty, will you marry me?"
"I shall be delighted, Captain Buchanan. But where is my telegram to you, your telegram to me?"
"It. I think Nannie must have one."
"And did she answer it? Oh, what did she say?"
"Never mind; she said exactly the right thing. Don't let's discuss Nannie's telegram when we have to make up for the silence of years! O Betty! shall I wake up?"
A little later he said, "Tell me, did you care that night at the Frasers'?"
I said I never remembered a time when I didn't care.
"O Betty! if only you hadn't been so proud!"
"Or you so horribly ununderstandable!"