CHAPTER FIFTEEN“Are you ‒ crazy?”
The words came stammeringly from Fleur’s lips.
She was conscious of feeling hysterical, of wanting to escape and to run away. This must be a dream, it was so fantastic and unreal.
“You cannot know ‒ what you are ‒ saying,” she heard her voice tremble.
“I am sorry if it appears like that to you,” Sir Norman said quietly and his tone, steady and unemotional, calmed her,
“Then you really mean – ?”
“That I want to marry you? Yes, Miss Garton, and if you will forgive my saying so, I see nothing very strange in the idea. I cannot believe that I am the first man who has proposed marriage to you.”
“No, but – oh, it is just that it is so unexpected, so strange – ”
“Coming from me?”
“I-I had no idea.”
“Of course not,” Sir Norman said decisively.
Fleur pul
