of amorous rhetoric.
Pale and gasping, with thumping heart and twitching hands he told his story; now halting and stammering, now plunging headlong into a torrent of verbiage and incoherence.
And she, while contemplating the pattern of her dainty shoe, dimly realised that he was asking her to become his wife. And having guessed, her heart began to beat. Not so much out of sympathy as out of dread lest he should capsize the boat before he had finished.
At last he stopped, and signified by mopping the perspiration from his forehead and the blood from his cheeks, that he had finished.
A crafty and designing woman of the world would no doubt have commented upon the suddenness of the proposal. The simple unsophisticated child before him did otherwise. Raising for a moment her soft dark eyes, and favouring him with a glance half coy half tender--
"I am so happy, Andrew," she murmured, "so happy!"
The enraptured lover would have fallen upon his knees had he not remembered i