I'm just mad to get you, you poor little icicle.

I'll warm you up, never fear.

When you've been married to me a week, you won't know yourself." She shivered and was silent.
He turned in his tracks, perceiving he was making no headway.
"Then we're engaged provisionally anyway," he insisted.

"There's no need to contradict the general impression--unless we're obliged.
We'll behave like lovers--till further notice." She got to her feet.

Her knees were trembling.