'Congratulations! I knew you'd sort the whole thing out, Fred!'
Henry was delighted when he heard the news of Fred's success. 'Bottle of fizz in the cupboard. I've been saving it for a special occasion. Let's get it out.'
'I wouldn't get the champagne out yet, Henry,' warned Fred.
Henry paused and looked at his friend's worried face. 'Why, what's the problem? Did she say yes or not?'
'She said yes the third time round. Yet I still don't feel sure of her. I absolutely adore the ground she walks on - but does she feel the same? It's hard to tell. Some days she's distant, cautious and careful, other days coquettish and flirtatious, and now and then acts as if she's completely disinterested - and that's the most painful of all. Damn it, Henry. I'm in agony.'