“What are you driving at?”
“Would you have any special objection to marrying me, Jarvis?”
“Marrying you? Are you crazy?”
“Obviously. Have you?”
“Certainly I won’t marry you. I am too busy. You disappoint me, Bambi; you do, indeed. I always thought you were such a sensible girl—”
“Father can help out a little, at first, but I may as well tell you, he doesn’t approve of you as a son-in-law.”
“I don’t approve of him, impractical dreamer! Where is that paper?”
“You’ve got to be taken care of until you get an awful tumble. Then you will wake up and do big things, but in the meantime you must eat.”
“You talk nonsense, and you’re interrupting me. If I don’t get at that scene—”
“Will you marry me? I can’t take care of you if you don’t, because the neighbours will talk.”
“I won’t marry you. I don’t love you.”
“No more do I love you. That’s got nothing to do with it. Here’s one of father’s empty notebooks. Say yes, and you can have it.”
His eyes fairly glistened as they fell on the book.
