"I was never forbidden to see you."
"All right," he said contentedly. "I knew that all along. What else?"
"Even my hand in your coat pocket is a trick."
"Sure it is, but it's a nice trick. What else?"
"I'm not going to marry you."
"Oh, yes, you are. You can't very well go back, can you? Mother's probably called up the papers already."
Then he sat up and looked at me.
"Now, look here, young lady," he said. "I'm no idiot. I knew before you were born some of the stunts you pulled. I've never been fooled for a minute about them. But you're going to marry me. Why? Because I'm crazy about you. That's why. And that's enough."
It was terrible. And there was no way out, none. The train rumbled on. There was a tunnel and he kissed me. It was a short tunnel.
Somebody behind chuckled.