"But I like it. Oh, dear, I must go! It must be midnight!"
"No, only twenty minutes of," he answered, holding his watch to the light. "Don't go yet. There's so much I want to say!"
"To-morrow," she answered, smiling up at him. "Do you know that you're still holding my hands?"
"I don't know what I know," he answered, softly. "Only that I love you and that I'm the happiest man alive."
"Are you? Why?"
"Because you're going to marry me."
"I haven't said so," she objected.
"But you're going to?"
"To-morrow—perhaps."
"No, to-night—surely."