“It has broken now,” said the young man in low, vibrating tones. Immediately he realized that of all the conceited, ludicrous, contemptible ways of announcing an engagement this was the worst. He cursed his love of metaphor; had he suggested that he was a star and that Lucy was soaring up to reach him? “Broken? What do you mean?” “I meant,” said Cecil stiffly, “that she is going to marry me.”
Dear god. More like the string has been tightly spooled around Miss Bartlett's hand and the kite put away in the garage
