‘You see, Wilmet, Marius has asked me to marry him — that’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you. Do you think it’s so very dreadful of him?’
I could hardly confess my first reaction to her news, which was the perhaps typically feminine one of astonishment that such a good looking man as Marius Ransome should want to marry anyone so dim and mousy as Mary Beamish.
— A Glass of Blessings, chapter twenty