Not a bit of it! You say you'll marry me, and I'll get you all the supper you want, and, incidentally, eat a good square meal myself.

There!" Van Reypen had great charm.

His great dark eyes were fixed on Patty, and in their depths she could read his big, true love, unembarrassed by the place or the occasion.

He knew only that he was pleading with the girl he loved, suing for his life's happiness, a happiness that lay in the little rosy palm of Patty Fairfield's hand.
"Darling," he whispered, taking the little hand in both his own, "Patty, darling, do say yes, at last.

Don't keep me in suspense.
Don't bother about learning to love me, and all that.