“I—I am not unhappy.… I am willing to—hear you. You were saying something about—about—”
“About love.”
“I—think so. Wait until those people pass!”
He waited, apparently hypnotized by the beauty of the car ceiling. Then: “Of course, if you were not going to be my sister-in-law to-morrow, I’d not go into family matters.”
“No, of course not,” she murmured.
So he gave her a brief outline of his own affairs, and she listened with bent head until there came the pause which was her own cue.
“Why do you tell me this?” she asked, innocently.
“It—it—why, because I love you.”
On common ground once more, she prepared for battle, but to her consternation she found the battle already ended and an enemy calmly preparing for her surrender.
“But when—when do you propose to—to do this?” she asked, in an unsteady voice.