Sara's eyes met his unflinchingly.
"If you mean has any one asked me to marry him--no, Tim.

No one has done me that honour," she answered lightly.
"Thank God!" he muttered below his breath.
Sara looked troubled.
"Haven't you--got over that, yet ?" she said, hesitatingly.

"I--I hoped you would, Tim." "I shall never get over it," he asserted doggedly.

"And I shall never give you up till you are another man's wife." The quiet intensity of his tones sounded strangely in her ears.

This was a new Tim, not the boyish Tim of former times, but a man with all a man's steadfast purpose and determination.
She was spared the necessity of reply by the fact that they had reached their journey's end.