"No," he answered roughly, and sat down beside the fire.
"Then," she went on mournfully, "there is only one thing for me to do."
"What is that?" he asked moodily.
"If you won't ask me to marry you, then some day I--I--"
She hesitated, the words hindered by the smile that could not be denied.
"Well?"
"Then some day I'll have to ask you to marry me."
Moore leaped to his feet.
"Will you, Bessie?" he cried.
"Who knows?" she answered, backing towards the door.