He gave no sign of the thoughts that flashed like messages to his mind.
"Any time you say," he said, with ease, refusing to discolor his present delight with this miserable problem.
"Saturday ?" asked Carrie.
He nodded his head.
"Well, if you will marry me then," she said, "I'll go." The manager looked at his lovely prize, so beautiful, so winsome, so difficult to be won, and made strange resolutions.

His passion had gotten to that stage now where it was no longer colored with reason.

He did not trouble over little barriers of this sort in the face of so much loveliness.

He would accept the situation with all its difficulties; he would not try to answer the objections which cold truth thrust upon him.
He would promise anything, everything, and trust to fortune to disentangle him.

He would make a try for Paradise, whatever might be the result.