“Kate, you tease me. You—you”—
“Indeed, I wish you all happiness.”
“That I can only have with you.”
“With me?” Kate was frightened, drew back, and fixed her great, dark blue, tranquil eyes on him. The sweat rolled off his brow.
“Oh, Jan! What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. You shall be my missus.”
“Jan—that cannot be.”
“Why not? Give me your hand—no, give me both.”
“I cannot do that.”
A pause ensued.