Tell me now," she coaxed, adorable in her penitence.
"Well--yes, it did." He laughed under his breath--"I don't mind telling you now that it fractured the bridge of my nose." "What!"-- in horror.

"That perfectly delicious straight nose of yours!" "Oh, I had it fixed," he said, laughing.

"If you deal me no more vital blows than that I'll never mind----" "I--deal you a--a blow, Duane! _I_!" "For instance, by not marrying me right away----" "Dear--I can't." The smile had died out in her eyes and on her lips.
"You know I can't, don't you ?" she said tenderly.

"You know I've got to be fair to you." Her face grew graver.

"Dear--when I stop and try to think--it dismays me to understand how much in love with you I am....
Because it is too soon....