"In other words, are you going to marry me, or are you not?"
"'ARE YOU GOING TO MARRY ME, OR ARE YOU NOT?'"
"I am; Gad, I should rather hope so. I say, don't be too hard upon a fellow, Frank."
"Call me Fanny, don't call me Frank! Don't you know that my name is Frances, sir, which has absolutely no connection with Frank!"
"That's all right, old man."
That's what Mr. Stanham murmured. Extraordinary how some men do talk to women nowadays, even to the women whom they love!
"Then, if you do intend to marry me, Mr. Thomas Stanham, you'll be so good as to do so on Thursday morning next before noon."
Mr. Stanham began to scratch the gravel with his stick.
"And get seven years' penal."