“Even then,” he replied, laughing. “But I say, you were a precocious youngster. You proposed to me, you know!”
“I know I did,” said Matt, “and it wasn’t leap year then”—she added still more slyly—“But it’s leap year now!”
Their eyes met. Both blushed more and more.
“Matt, don’t! It won’t do, you know! Yes, I say so still. You’re a rich woman, and I’m only a poor devil of a painter. You must marry some great swell.”
But Matt replied—
“I shall never marry any one but you!”
“You won’t? Do you mean it?”
“Of course I do.”
He caught her in his arms.
“My darling Matt—yes, I shall call you by that dear name to the end of the chapter. You love me, then? I can’t believe it!”