Briefly, he asked her to be his wife; to come home with him, and keep his house, and share good and evil with him.

He would take care of her, he said, and--and--he trusted the Lord would bless the union.
If his voice shook now and then, if he kept his eyes lowered, that neither woman should see the light and the struggle in them, that was his own affair; he spoke quietly to the end, and then drew a long breath, feeling that he had come through better than he had expected.
Abby looked for an outburst of some kind from Marie, whether of tears or of sudden childish fear or anger; but neither came.

Marie thanked Monsieur, and said he was very kind, very kind indeed.

She would like to think about it a little, if they pleased; she would do all she could to please them, but she was very young, and she would like to take time, if Monsieur thought it not wrong: and so rising from her seat, she made a little courtesy, with her eyes still on the ground, and slipped away out of the room, and was gone.
The others sat looking at each other, neither ready to speak first.
Finally Abby reflected that Jacques would not speak, at all unless she began, so she said, with a sigh between the words; "I guess it'll be all right, Jacques.

It's only proper that she should have time to think it over, and she such a child.