"About this love-making stuff.
Please don't misunderstand me.

I love you.

I'm starved for your kisses.
But--is it right to ask them ?" "Right! Aren't we engaged?
And don't I want to give them ?" "If I were only sure we'd be married!" he said, in low, tense voice, as if speaking more to himself.
"Married!" cried Carley, convulsively clasping him.

"Of course we'll be married.

Glenn, you wouldn't jilt me ?" "Carley, what I mean is that you might never really marry me," he answered, seriously.
"Oh, if that's all you need be sure of, Glenn Kilbourne, you may begin to make love to me now." It was late when Carley went up to her room.