"A place," said Sigsbee H., "I've meant to go to a hundred times and never seen yet."
"Sigsbee!"
"All right, all right! I was only saying...."
"We were both tremendously surprised, of course," said Molly. "I said 'Fancy meeting you here!' and he said...."
"I have no wish to hear what Mr. Finch said."
"Well, anyway, we walked round for awhile, looking at the animals, and suddenly he asked me to marry him outside the cage of the Siberian yak."
"No, sir!" exclaimed Sigsbee H. with a sudden strange firmness, the indulgent father who for once in his life asserts himself. "When you get married, you'll be married in St. Thomas's like any other nice girl."
"I mean it was outside the cage of the Siberian yak that he asked me to marry him."
"Oh, ah!" said Sigsbee H.
A dreamy look had crept into Molly's eyes. Her lips were curved in a tender smile, as if she were reliving that wonderful moment in a girl's life, when the man she loves beckons to her to follow him into Paradise.