The noise was less loud.
"You said we were going to the Fleet, but we're not.

Where are you taking me ?" "Don't trouble about such a trifle, darling little one," he cried gaily.
"Aren't you with me?
What more do you want?
Come, kiss me.

Let us forget everything but our two selves." He would have embraced her but she repulsed him angrily.
"No.

If you've altered your mind--if we're not to be married tell me so, and I'll leave you to yourself," she cried agitatedly.
"Leave me?
And d'you think I'll let you go when you're looking handsomer than ever?
Faith, what d'you take me for?
You dear fluttering little Venus.

Why, you're trembling?
But hang me, it must be with joy as I am." Both his arms were round her.