"No! don't mention his name, please! I don't want to hear his name again just now." "For my part," Somerfield said bitterly, "I never want to hear it again as long as I live!" There was a short silence.

Suddenly she turned towards him.
"Charlie," she said, "you have asked me to marry you six times." "Seven," he corrected.

"I ask you again now--that makes eight." "Very well," she answered, "I accept--on one condition." "On any," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with joy.

"Penelope, it sounds too good to be true.

You can't be in earnest." "I am," she declared.