"It would make me very happy," she murmured, with touching humility.
Then he bent forward and kissed her tenderly.
"Let's go and tell them," he said. "They'll be so pleased."
Mary, smiling and joyful, helped him to his feet, and supporting him as best she could, they went towards the house.
Colonel Parsons was sitting in the dining-room, twirling his old Panama in a great state of excitement; he had interrupted his wife at her accounts, and she was looking at him good-humouredly over her spectacles.
"I'm sure something's happening," he said. "I went out to take Jamie his beef-tea, and he was holding Mary's hand. I coughed as loud as I could, but they took no notice at all. So I thought I'd better not disturb them."
"Here they come," said Mrs. Parsons.
"Mother," said James, "Mary has something to tell you."
"I haven't anything of the sort!" cried Mary, blushing and laughing. "Jamie has something to tell you."
"Well, the fact is, I've asked Mary to marry me and she's said she would."