Anyhow, he was in a most charitable mood, and prepared to forgive anything.
'Nella,' he said a little later, when they were by themselves again in the ante-chamber, 'what am I to say to you?
How can I thank you?
How can I thank your father ?' 'You had better not thank my father,' she said.

'Dad will affect to regard the thing as a purely business transaction, as, of course, it is.
As for me, you can--you can--' 'Well ?' 'Kiss me,' she said.

'There! Are you sure you've formally proposed to me, mon prince ?' 'Ah! Nell!' he exclaimed, putting his arms round her again.

'Be mine! That is all I want!' 'You'll find,' she said, 'that you'll want Dad's consent too!' 'Will he make difficulties?
He could not, Nell--not with you!' 'Better ask him,' she said sweetly.
A moment later Racksole himself entered the room.

'Going on all right ?' he enquired, pointing to the bedroom.