"Yes, why not?"
Her bold sweet eyes were looking into his and her mouth was curved like a heart.
"Rose, Rose—my dear, my liddle dear—you döan't mean——"
"Of course I mean. You needn't look so surprised. Such a thing has been known to happen."
"Döan't go laughing at me, but tell me—when?"
"In October."
"Oh, God! oh, God!"
His rapture and excitement alarmed her. His eyes blazed—he threw back his head and laughed in ecstasy. Then he seized her, and crumpled her to him, covering her face, her neck, her hair, her ears, with kisses, murmuring broken phrases of adoration and gratitude.
Rose was definitely frightened, and broke free with some violence.