"Can you get up?"
"Yes, I'm fine really."
He held out a hand and she took it.
Once she was on her feet she didn't let go.
"Well, here we are…" he said, "…in Paris."
"Took a while," she smiled.
"Longer than I expected."
"Still, like you say, we're here now. So, if there's no threat..?"
"There isn't," he reassured her.
"Then we're free to do whatever we fancy."
Harry smiled but didn't say what was in his mind, Ruth saw what was in his mind and blushed.
"The Louvre?" asked Harry.
"No," she said most determinedly.
"All painting'd out?"
"Yes, besides which I don't think I'll ever see a painting quite as wonderful as the last one."
"It did seem to make a bit of an impact, Ruth," he smiled with devilment.
She could faint again looking at that particular smile.
"Ok, Harry, what would you like to do?"
"Get married."
"Get married?
"Well, that is what comes next after a proposal."
"After the acceptance of a proposal."
"Yes, indeed," and he smiled again, still overwhelmed with the power of the word 'yes'.
"So let's get married, Ruth. Now."
"When?"
"Now. It's as good as time as any."
"Harry."
"Yes, Ruth."
"You better get ready to catch me again."