And just then he was farther than ever from thinking of it, for he was single-hearted with Ellen.
The boy crept nearer her on the rock with a shy, nestling motion; the moonlight shone full on his handsome young face, giving it a stern quality.

"Ellen, look at here," he said.
Then he stopped.

Ellen waited, not dreaming what was to follow.

She had never had a proposal; then, too, he had just been chased out of her mental perspective by the other man.
"Look at here, Ellen," said Granville.

He stopped again; then when he spoke his voice had an indescribably solemn, beseeching quality.
"Oh, Ellen," he said, reaching up and catching her hand.