“Sue—nothing serious!...”
She raised her head now. She was smiling. “How much do you want me, Peter?”
“I can only offer you my life, Sue, dear.”
“Supposing—what if—I—were—to accept it?”
She slipped away from his outstretched arms then, and back to the living-room. Peter, in a wordless ecstasy, followed.
“Jacob,” she said, without faltering. “I want you to congratulate me. Peter and I are going to”—she gave a little excited laugh now—“to try marriage.”
The Worm wandered into the Muscovy for dinner.
Sue and Peter caught him there just as he was paying Lis check.
“Peter,” she said, not caring who might hear—“we owe a lot to Henry. Perhaps everything. In that dreadful mood I wouldn't have listened to reason from any one else—never in the world.”
“You Worm,” Peter chuckled. “Looks like a little liquid refreshment.”