"Ingmar, little Ingmar!" she said, calling him by his pet name.
"But you think I'm so ugly!" he returned.
"Of course I do."
Ingmar pushed her hand away.
"Now let me tell you something," said Brita.
"Tell away."
"Do you remember what you said in court three years ago?"
"I do."
"That if I could only get to think differently of you, you would marry me?"
"Yes, I remember."