"He wants to marry you?"
"He said he wanted to marry me."
Wally got up and went to the window. Jill could smile safely now, and she did, but her voice was still grave.
"What ought I to do, Wally? I thought I would ask you as you are such a friend."
Wally spoke without turning.
"You ought to marry him, of course."
"You ought to marry him, of course," said Wally doggedly. "You love him, and the fact that he came all the way to America must mean that he still loves you. Marry him!"
"But...." Jill hesitated. "You see, there's a difficulty."
"What difficulty?"