“Susannah,” he said, beseechingly, “I have come a long way to see you.”
“So? Was that why you brought the tin box?”
He floundered; in spite of the practice he had had, proposing was difficult. Besides, Susannah’s last remark was not calculated to set him at his ease.
“Are you not glad to see me, Susannah?”
“Why should I be?”
“Well, I—you see—I wanted to tell you about my new house.”
“What have I to do with houses? I live in a mat-house.”
“But wouldn’t you like to live in a big house with rooms, and a stoep, and a harmonium inside, and furniture brought all the way from Clanwilliam?”
Susannah’s thoughts wandered. In a dreamy tone she replied—
“I don’t know; perhaps I might.”