Yes

Well, you see, Miss Matilda, I finally figured out--seein's how I couldn't get along without ya--or didn't like to anyway, that the only thing to do would be hitch up the horse and head to the train station, just ta see if'n I couldn't persuade you to give up this no count life as a hotel maid, and come help me back on the farm...I mean as my wife, cause we'd do things right, get a parson to marry us--here today even, if you'd consent--and I don't know if you'd consider it speakin' out of turn and all, but I decided I just didn't care for all the conventions if only...I could hear you say yes.