"Yes, many times."
"I cannot love him."
He whirled, and the pale blue eyes flashed at her a brief glance which made her cringe. It was as if an X-ray had been turned on her heart.
"Love!" he said softly, and she shuddered again. "Because he is old? Bertha, you are no longer a child. Other women marry for what they may term love. It is your privilege to marry for the State. That is the nobler thing."
He smiled and nodded, repeating for his own ear: "The nobler thing! What is greater than such service—what is more glorious than to forget self and marry for the good of the thousands?"
"I have an obligation to myself."
"Who has filled you with so many childish ideas?"
"They have grown of themselves, sire."
The pacing up and down the room recommenced. "Child, have you no desire to serve me? I mean, your country?"