"Yes; though you might use a softer word."
"And you believe she loves me yet in spite of my ungentlemanly withdrawal?"
"I am certain of it."
"You wish me to beg pardon and propose?"
"Wish!"
The woman locked her hands passionately, and turned her pale face upon him.
"Wish! You know I cannot wish it; but it is inevitable."
"In order to smooth your way with this grand old gentleman."
The woman shuddered visibly, and clasped her hands once more till the blood flew back under the almond-shaped nails, leaving them white as pearls.
"How indifferently you speak of a thing which drives me mad!"