Polly walked straight in and laid her hand on his shoulder.
"Radnor," she said, "you told me you would never ask me again to marry you.

Did you really mean it ?" Rad still stared confusedly from her to Terry and me.
"Well!" Polly sighed.

"If you did mean it, then I suppose I'll have to ask you.

Will you marry me, Radnor ?" I laid a hand on Terry's arm and backed him, much against his will, into the corridor.
"Jove! You don't suppose he's going to refuse her ?" he inquired in a stage whisper.
"No such luck," I laughed.
We took a couple of turns up and down the corridor and cautiously presented ourselves in the doorway.

Polly was telling, between laughing and crying, the story of Mose's discovery.