Of course, it would be a painful half hour for him, and an embarrassing half hour for her, because it would be her first proposal.
She thrilled deliciously at the thought.

She was really a woman, with a man ripe to ask for her in marriage.

It was a lure to all that was fundamental in her sex.

The fabric of her life, of all that constituted her, quivered and grew tremulous.

The thought fluttered in her mind like a flame-attracted moth.