"If he condescend to ask me again, I surely will."
"Thir Chrithtopher! You do mean to ask her again?"
"Perhaps, some day."
"Couldst not make thy decidence now?"
"Why dost thou seek to hurry me so? Marriage is a serious matter, and who knows but I might regret any undue haste!"
"Nay, now art thou in jest and I in earnest, for we were to have the feast of Candlemas to-night, and there are not candles enough to go round; but if you and Mother are to be one—"
"I do take your meaning,—then one candle will do for both."
"'Xactly."
"In that case, I must waive all scruples, and I do here commit myself to a solemn promise to ask Mistress Calvert to marry me; and, Cecil, I am fain to ask thee for a betrothal gift."