"Sure," said Mr. Dineen with an amused glance at Rivett, who sat inspecting his offspring with a face entirely devoid of expression.
When the big Mr. Dineen had closed the door behind him, Christine, a trifle pale, walked resolutely to her father and laid her hand on his shoulder.
"Dad?"
"What?"
"I've practically asked Billy Inwood to marry me."
Her father's eyes bored through and through her.
"Who did the asking, Chrissy?"
"Both of us."
"What?" he barked.
"It wasn't asking, exactly. I have loved him for a year, and he has loved me. There has been a misunderstanding."