"I may be several kinds of a fool," he said, "but I am in earnest.

I'm no great catch, but I'll marry you if you'll have me.

I'll protect you, and I'll be good to you.

I can't promise to make you happy, of course, but--anyway, I shan't make you miserable." "But--but--" She still stood before him as though hovering on the edge of flight.

Her lips were trembling, her whole form quivering and scintillating in the lamplight.