You say we
can't go back to where we were before, but we can--we can. Let's
try--anyway!"
"We can't," said Bunny with decision. "And there's no reason why we
should. Look here! You don't want to marry anyone else, do you?"
"I don't want to marry at all," said Toby.
He laughed at that. "Darling, of course you'll marry. Come! You might as
well have me first as last. You won't get any other fellow to suit you
half as well. What? Say you'll have me! Come, you've got to. You don't
hate me, do you?"
Again the pleading note was in his voice. She responded to it almost
involuntarily. Her hands slipped upwards to his shoulders.
"But--I'm not good enough," she said again, catching back a sob.
His arms enfolded her, closely and tenderly. "Oh, skip that!" he said. "I
won't listen."
"You--you--you're very silly," murmured Toby, with her head against his
neck.
"No. I'm not. I'm very sensible. Look here, we're engaged now, aren't
we?" said Bunny.
"No--no--we're not!" Her voice came muffled against his coat. "You're not
to think of such a thing for ages and ages and ages."
"Oh, rot!" he said again with impatience. "I hate a waiting
game--especially when there's nothing to wait for.
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