into the tone. Besides, I'm not an angel, whatever the girl in the book may have been. On the whole—no—it's a little too effusive. Angel—you know. It's such nonsense! Try something else; but put lots of expression into it."
"Does one get down on one's knees?" enquired Lawrence.
"Oh no; I don't believe it's necessary. Besides, you'd upset the boat."
"All right—here goes! My dear Miss Trehearne, will you—"
"Yes. That's it. Go on. The quaver in the voice is rather well done. 'Will you—' What?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence, I will."
There was a short pause, during which a number of fiery fish were sent off again, and squirmed and wriggled and fizzled their burning little lives away in the water. But neither of the young people looked at them.
"You rather took my breath away," said Lawrence, with a change of tone. "Did I do it all right?"
