Harry was lying at full length on a rug, and his wife was sitting over him.

Then Giles Medlicot, who was not quite contented with the present condition of affairs, made a little speech.
"Mrs.Heathcote," he said, "I have asked your sister to marry me." "Dearie me, Giles," said Mrs.Medlicot.
Kate remained no longer half in and half out of the parlor, but retreated altogether and hid herself.

Harry turned himself over on the rug, and looked up at his wife, claiming infinite credit in that he had foreseen that such a thing might happen.
"And what answer has she given you ?" said Mrs.Heathcote.
"She hasn't given me any answer yet.

I wonder what you and Heathcote would say about it ?" "What Kate has to say is much more important," replied the discreet sister.
"I should like it of all things," said Harry, jumping up.

"It's always best to be open about these things.