Pamela sat reading in the blue armchair, Rushton walked up to her slowly, and stood beside her.
“As I’m here, well, to be honest, I wanted to ask you - if you would like to be my wife”, he said, he felt this was not quite the tone he had intended.
Pamela sat with her face still lowered, he noticed, however, that her eyes had closed briefly.
At last she turned towards him, with a smile which made him tremble, “Yes, John, you know I would,” she whispered, softly, simply and quietly.
'Let's get spliced' springs to mind.
ReplyDeleteYes, well done, these splicings were just what the doctor ordered.