"Yes—when the time comes."
"Cannot love put the time forward?"
"I don't know."
"We could then go South together."
"I do not want to go South."
"With me, Maria?"
"No."
"Then you will go to London, and your father will have complete control of you, he may make you marry some other man."
"No one can make me break my word of honor—you have my promise."
"I am wretched. I am broken-hearted. I have failed in making you love me. I will go to the front—what does it matter if I am killed? You will not care."