“Yes.”
Derek fiddled with his knife.
“Did he come over … I mean … had he come specially to see you?”
“Yes.”
“I see.”
There was another pause.
“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.”