Eleanor drew away a little and said, “I’ve loved you, you lug, since the day you came stammering in here, towering and shuffling, polite and uneasy, asking for a place to board that was ‘reasonable’! Everything at the Yateses’ is reasonable, Duff — even poor — and maybe we’re crazy if we get married, the way it is. But we’ll make out. I know it!”
“About that,” he said, and gulped, “maybe I ought to tell you. I just got a job.”