"Yes, you're pretty--you're very pretty. Some people might call you beautiful." "Don't overdo it, Jarvis! Have you ever noticed my disposition?" "No--yes. Well, I know you're patient, and you must be good-natured." "I am. I am also healthy and cheerful." "I don't doubt it. Where is the paper?" She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him gently. "Jarvis, I want you to give me your full attention for five minutes." "What ails you to-day, Bambi?" "The only thing I lack is a useful education, so that I am not sure I can make a very big living just at first, unless I dance on the stage." "What are you driving at?" "Would you have any special objection to marrying me, Jarvis?" "Marrying you? Are you crazy?" "Obviously. Have you?" "Certainly I won't marry you. I am too busy. You disappoint me, Bambi; you do, indeed. I always thought you were such a sensible girl----" "Father can help out a little, at first, but I may as well tell you, he doesn't approve of you as a son-in-law." "I don't approve of him, impractical dreamer! Where is that paper?" "You've got to be taken care of until you get an awful tumble. Then you will wake up and do big things, but in the meantime you must eat." "You talk nonsense, and you're interrupting me. If I don't get at that scene----" "Will you marry me? I can't take care of you if you don't, because the neighbours will talk." "I won't marry you. I don't love you." "No more do I love you. That's got nothing to do with it. Here's one of father's empty notebooks. Say yes, and you can have it." His eyes fairly glistened as they fell on the book. "For heaven's sake, don't torture me. Give me the book and have it your own way, whatever it is you want." She laughed, gave him the book, and he was at the table instantly, sweeping back the dishes with a ruthless hand. "No, no, into the study you go, while I make a descent on your landlady, rescue your clothes, and get the license and the minister, my liege lord." She settled him at his desk, where he was immediately lost to his surroundings. Bambi slipped out noiselessly, dressed for the street, humming a little song, and presently departed. Meanwhile, his first recitations being over, the Professor returned for two hours' research in his study, to find Jarvis ensconced there, oblivious to the outside world. "Go away, go away!" he shouted to Professor Parkhurst. "I'll trouble you to get out of my study," said the Professor. "You'll get your filthy money in due time, my good woman, so go away!" cried Jarvis. "Whom are you addressing? Good woman, indeed!" At this moment Bambi returned, and sensed the situation. "Oh, I didn't expect you back, Father Professor. This is Jarvis. You see he's come. He has no objection at all to my marrying him, so I got a minister." "A minister? You got him?" "Yes, you see Jarvis is busy. There is no need of our waiting, so we are going to be married in half an hour or so." "To-day? Here?"