"What am I?" he repeated sternly.
Her voice was muffled by his coat.
"You're—you're dear!" she said.
There was an interlude of about a minute and a half, then she pushed him away from her.
"Don't!" she said breathlessly. "Please don't!"
"Aren't you going to marry me?" he demanded.
Still crimson, she nodded shyly. He kissed her again.
"Please don't!" she protested.
She fondled the lapels of his coat, quite content to have his arms about her.
"Why mayn't I kiss you if you're going to marry me?" Arthur demanded.