"Some dreadful obstacle in the way ?" She nodded solemnly.
Francis put his arm around her.

"Oh, my dear," he said, "don't you know obstacles go for nothing if you do like me, after all?
Wait a little and you'll find out.

O Lois, are you sure you do like me?
You are so pretty." "I can't," repeated Lois, trembling.
"Suppose this obstacle were removed, dear, you would then ?" "It never can be." "But if it were, you would?
Yes, of course you would.

Then I shall remove it, you depend upon it, I shall, dear.

Lois, I liked you the minute I saw you, and, it's terribly conceited, but I do believe you liked me a little.