“I did! Couldn’t you manage to put something before it by way, of completion?”
“Nice Stanor! Handsome Stanor! Clever, sensible, discriminating Stanor!”
“Quite so,” said the discriminating one dryly, “but I should have liked—” Suddenly he burst into a ringing boyish laugh. “This is the rummiest proposal that was ever made!”
Pixie looked anxious.
“Is it? ‘Rum’? What exactly does ‘rum’ mean, applied to a proposal? It didn’t sound approving. It’s my very own proposal, and I won’t have it abused. I’ve enjoyed it very much. ... I think we shall be very happy, Stanor, when we are married and settled down in our own little house.”
Stanor looked at her keenly, and as he looked he sighed.
“Dear little Pixie,” he said gently, “I hope we shall!”