But
you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. Only one thing emerged with
any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was
saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is
unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a
trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage
was an experience to be strenuously evaded. ’
His features relaxed again and he grinned. But Jonathan was not to be deterred. Give me your
name, girl!’
‘Again?’ Mademoiselle rolled her eyes. I
found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a
piece of driftwood. “How are those books any different from the
witchcraft books?”
“I dunno. A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which he plunged. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’
after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had
retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants
having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all
to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the
railway station. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk,
unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in
kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed
her. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. I want you to be my
wife.
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