With a desperate effort the girl inquired:
"D—do you love me, Norvin?"
"Of course I do."
"See!" Bernie nodded his satisfaction.
"Oh, Lordy!" said Myra Nell. "I—can't marry you, dear."
"What?" Blake knew that his expression was changing, and tried to stifle his relief.
As for Bernie, he flushed angrily, and his voice rang with his newly born determination.
"Don't be silly. Didn't he just say he loved you? And, for heaven's sake, don't look so scared. We won't devour you."
"I can't marry him," declared the girl, once more.
"Why?"