She laughed, and told him, as the situation seemed to require, not to be foolish.
"Father will be waiting for me. What shall I say to him?"
"That I am going to marry you directly I return from the Australian tour."
"Why frighten him prematurely? There are thousands of pretty girls in Australia."
"That's beastly of you. Deny it, or I will kiss you again."
"Oh, Harry, my cheeks will be so red."
"Say it's the frost. I must kiss you, Gabrielle. There—little cat! Why do you wrestle with me?"
"Because I feel that we are just two children playing."
"But you'll never play with any other child—swear that to me, Gabrielle."
"My dear Harry, that would be the most childish thing of all. Now, you must say good-night, I hear my father."