Marry me， said Louise Agar.<br > She stood behind Giles Fox s chair，<br >nove~y of the gesture， and cast her arms arq<br >that， as he sat there， stonily upright， he cc<br >folds of her hair hanging about his carefully<br >a false beard.<br > Silence followed her exclamation and th<br >heart beats as she nuzzled against his long pa<br >quietly， he spoke.<br > I don t know if that is a request or a comr<br > The words were cold， but they could sca<br >excitement he felt. As silence descended agai<br >of happiness quickened between them. Gile<br >through his body in a warm glow. It was th<br >marriage he had ever received. He could not<br >proposed in any formal sense to his first wife<br >his second wife， he had proposed， and kno~<br >throughout his brief marriage to her， ofbein<br >affection. Absurd， when Carol was so una<br >had always somehow feared her. Now was t<br >unhappy life of nearly fifty years that any<br >declared a passion for him. He chose to savol<br >unexpected as it was， by a prolonged interrg<br > It is a request， Giles. <br ><br >