223 "Is it all right, Marie Celeste?" he asked presently, and she said: "Yes—yes, I suppose so."
He echoed her words with a frown.
"You suppose so?"
This vague acquiescence was not what he had wanted or expected.
"I'll try my best—if you will."
He kissed her hand.
"I give you my word of honor." He twisted the wedding ring on her finger. "It's much too big," he said.
He smiled faintly.
"I've got thinner—that's why."
"You've no right to get thinner," he said hurriedly. "I shall have to look after you and feed you up. Marie Celeste, we're going to have no end of a good time!"