You remember, last night? At the party? When you proposed to me?

‘Proposed…’ Sam hoarsely repeated, going pale.

Natalie gave him a dewy look. ‘Yes. You went down on your knees, in front of them all.’

‘On my…’ he breathed, with incredulity and horror.

‘Knees.’ She nodded. ‘And asked me to marry you. You put your signet ring on my finger and said it would do until we could get to a jeweller’s to choose a real engagement ring, a sapphire to match my eyes. You remember, don’t you, Sam?’