“Oh, Jane, I am saying I love you; with all my heart and soul, I love you and I want you, Jane. Don't you love me a bit, even a little bit?”
Slowly her arms dropped to her side. “You love me, Larry?” she whispered. Her eyes began to glow like stars in a pool of water, deep and lustrous, her lips to quiver. “You love me, Larry, and you want me to—to—”
“Yes, Jane, I want you to be my wife.”
“Your wife, Larry?” she whispered, coming a little closer to him. “Oh, Larry,” she laid her hands upon his breast, “I love you so, and I have loved you so long.” The lustrous eyes were misty, but they looked steadily into his.
“Dear heart, dear love,” he said, drawing her close to him and still gazing into her eyes.
She wound her arms about his neck and with lips slightly parted lifted her face to his.
“Jane, Jane, you wonderful girl,” he said, and kissed the parted lips, while about them heaven opened and took them to its bosom.
When they had come back to earth Larry suddenly recalled his conversation with her father. “Jane,” he said, “when shall we be married? I must tell your father.”
“Married?” said Jane in a voice of despair. “Not till you return, Larry.” Then she clung to him trembling. “Oh, why were you so slow, Larry? Why did you delay so long?”
“Slow?” cried Larry. “Well, we can make up for it now.” He looked at his watch. “It's nine o'clock, Jane. We can be married to-night.”