"Will you marry me now ?" Her eyes were looking straight into his.

They kept moving slightly, searching his.

Her wide, sensitive lips were tightly compressed, but did not quite hide their quivering.

When she spoke her voice was low and a little queer and breathless: "Do you want any children, Allan ?" "Yes." "So do I.And with children, what of my work ?" "I don't want to stop your work.

If you marry me we'll go right on.