She blushed furiously; then walked over to the window and gazed out, dismayed and astounded. He followed.
"Will you, dear? I have the very best of reasons for asking you."
"Could you tell me the reasons, Jim?" she asked, still dazed.
"I had rather not—if you don't mind. Will you trust me when I say it is better for us to marry quietly and at once?"
She looked up at him dumbly, the scarlet slowly fading from brow and cheek.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated.
"Yes—I trust you."
"Will you marry me, then, as soon as I can arrange for it?"
She was silent.