With a woman's talent for them, her tears sprang.
"Mr. Latz—"
"Louis," he interpolated, widely eloquent of posture.
"You're proposing—Louis!" She explained rather than asked, and placed her hand to her heart so prettily that he wanted to crush it there with his kisses.
"God bless you for knowing it so easy, Carrie. A young girl would make it so hard. It's just what has kept me from asking you weeks ago, this getting it said. Carrie, will you?"
"I'm a widow, Mr. Latz—Louis—"
"Loo—"
"L—Loo. With a grown daughter. Not one of those merry widows you read about."
"That's me! A bachelor on top but a home-man underneath. Why, up to five years ago, Carrie, while the best little mother a man ever had was alive, I never had eyes for a woman or—"
"It's common talk what a grand son you were to her, Mr. La—Louis—"