Now that they were both of marrying age, Peter paid a visit to the Fitzpatrick household to ask their permission to propose to Ida. He explained that he felt deeply for her, that they’d spoken of their love to each other before.
Of course, her parents had questions for him: what was his profession? Where did they intend to live? All the questions one would expect a parent to have about their daughter's potential husband. Peter informed them that he had an uncle in Britechester that was willing to give him a bit of property in exchange for some work he needed help with. Aside from that, Peter was going to work at the University library.
Britechester worried the Fitzpatricks. It wasn’t exactly close by, and they wouldn’t get to see their eldest daughter very much....
Peter could see the apprehension on their faces and immediately began speaking again. “I must inform you, I fully intend to return home to Henford-On-Bagley as regularly as possible, especially for the holiday seasons. I have no intention of whisking Ida away to never be seen again.”
Daniel and Virginia looked at each other for a moment, as if discussing telepathically. Finally, they both turned back to Peter and nodded.
Ida was on her way back from having tea with a friend when Peter met up with her on the front porch. He greeted her as romantically as he could, but Ida could tell he was a bit nervous.
Before he could get too nervous and chicken out, Peter got down on one knee and Ida immediately knew what was happening.
“Ida Fitzpatrick, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Of course!” She agreed eagerly, taking the ring from Peter and sliding it onto her finger. Oh, it was a beautiful ring too!
They kissed on her front porch, both brimming with excitement for what the future held.
