I was mad! I was ... well, to return to the point,
will you marry me?"
Billie sat looking straight before her. The car, now on the main road,
moved smoothly on.
"Will you marry me?"
Billie rested her hand on her chin and searched the darkness with
thoughtful eyes.
"Will you marry me?"
The car raced on.
"Will you marry me?" said Sam. "Will you marry me? Will you marry me?"
"Oh, don't talk like a parrot," cried Billie. "It reminds me of Bream."
"But will you?"
"Yes," said Billie.
Sam brought the car to a standstill with a jerk, probably very bad for
the tires.
"Did you say 'yes'?"
"Yes!"
"Darling!" said Sam, leaning towards her, "Oh, curse this helmet!"
"Why?"
"Well, I rather wanted to kiss you and it hampers me."
"Let me try and get it off. Bend down!"
"Ouch!" said Sam.
"It's coming. There! How helpless men are!"
"We need a woman's tender care," said Sam depositing the helmet on the
floor of the car, and rubbing his smarting ears. "Billie!"
"Sam!"
"You angel!"
"You're rather a darling after all," said Billie.
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