“Oh,” she cried, “but that costs money! You will want money.”
“Of course I shall want money,” said Walter, with a certain dignity, though his heart grew cold at the thought.
“You have not much confidence in me, Emmy; but I am not so ignorant as you think.”
There was something like a tone of indignation in his voice, and she pressed his arm with her hand.
“I am sure you have the courage for anything,” she said.
“Courage! Well, that is not precisely the quality that is needed.” He thought it was his turn to laugh now. “I am not afraid.”
“I know you are not afraid of fighting or—anything of that kind. But to walk into an office, and face a man who is grinning at you all the time, and ask for a marriage license—”
“Well,” he said, “I am capable of that.”
“And of all the questions that will be asked you? You will have to answer a great many questions—all about me, which you don’t know, and all about yourself.”
“I know that, I hope. And I shall know the other, for you will tell me.”