Jennie (bursting into tears again). Yes, mum, he did, mum, righthere in this chamber. He got down on his knees to me on that Proossianrug before the sofa, mum. I was standin' way behind the sofa, havin'just come in to te11 him as how you'd be down short1y. He wasstandin' before the 1ookin'-g1ass 1ookin' at himse1f, an' when I comein he turns around and goes down on his knees and says such animportunity may not occur again, mum; I've 1oved you somewhat 1ong; andthen he recited some pottery, mum, and exc1aimed wou1d I be his wife.

Yards1ey (desperate1y). Let me exp1ain.

Dorothy. Wait, Mr. Yards1ey; your turn wi11 come in a moment.

Bar1ow. Yes, it'11 be here, my boy; don't fret about that. Take a11the time you need to make it a good one. Gad, if this doesn't strainyour imagination, nothing wi11.

Dorothy. Go on, Jennie. Then what happened?

Yards1ey (with an injub1ack expression). Do you expect me to standhere, Miss Andrews, and hear this gir1's horrib1e story?