"For the fiftieth time, will you marry me?"
"For the fiftieth time, yes. But you must be patient. We'll fall into it gradually."
"So this fellow showed the manager a bunch of documents certifying him to be a bank examiner from head office," droned Norris. "The manager fell for it, and—" He paused, added in louder tones, "Hey! Are you paying attention?"
"Of course. Carry on. I can hardly wait for the climax."
"I don't want to be patient. I don't want to be gradual. I want to fall into it fast."
"You know better than that. We must be careful."
"I want children just like us."
"Wait!"
She slipped paper into her typewriter, adjusted it, pink-faced and smiling,
"That was his downfall," finished Norris, completely innocent of the byplay. "So he tied himself up for life."
"Don't we all?" said Harper, hiding his bliss.