"Yes, Quinny?"
"Oh, I say, Mary!..."
"Yes?..."
"I'd like to marry you awf'lly, if you don't mind!"
It was out ... oh, Lord, it was out!...
"Oh, I should love it, Quinny," said Mary, looking up at him and smiling.
"Would you really!"
"Yes. Of course, I would. Let's tell Ninian and Widger!..."
Her suggestion alarmed him. Ninian would be sure to chaff him about it.... "Oh, not yet!..." he began, but he was too late. Ninian had come up to them, grumbling, "I thought you two'd started to leg it to Rumpell's...."
Mary seized his arm and pressed it tightly. "Quinny and me are going to get married," she said.