"You were coming to see me, I wanted you to carry away a good impression," she said, smiling.
"I shall often think of you, Eve, and your many gracious actions. By Jove, you are a brick—there's nobody like you," he said enthusiastically.
She was pleased and showed it.
"Have you forgotten our last conversation?" he asked. "It was perilously near the danger zone."
"Why call it a danger zone?" she asked.
"Eve, you don't mean it?" he asked.
"Mean what?"
"Oh, you know. By Jove, I'll risk it, although I can't imagine such good fortune falling to my lot."
"What are you going to risk?" she asked, strangely agitated.
"Asking you to be my wife—there it's out—must I go?" he said.