It's a great business, this getting married, Simmy.

You ought to try it." "I know I ought," said he, pulling a chair up close to hers.

"That's what I came to see you about, Anne." She gave a little shriek of wonder.

"For heaven's sake, Simmy, don't tell me that _you_ are going to be married.

I can't believe it." He made note of the emphasis she put upon the pronoun, and secretly resented it.
"Depends entirely on you, Anne," he said.