“What did you say?”
“I told him I was going to marry you!”
Wally spun round. At the same time he leaped in the air. The effect of the combination of movements was to cause him to stagger across the room and, after two or three impromptu dance steps which would have interested Mrs Peagrim, to clutch at the mantelpiece to save himself from falling. Jill watched him with quiet approval.
“Why, that’s wonderful, Wally! Is that another of your morning exercises? If Freddie does go into vaudeville, you ought to get him to let you join the troupe.”
Wally was blinking at her from the mantelpiece.
“Jill!”
“Yes?”
“What—what—what … !”
“Now, don’t talk like Freddie, even if you are going into vaudeville with him.”
“You said you were going to marry me?”