"Indifferently? No. You have made your arrangements, and do me the honor to include mine with them."
"You are angry with me—hurt that I can decide on this marriage."
"No, neither angry nor hurt on that point."
She looked at him imploringly.
"Is this said in order to wound me?"
"It is said because I feel it."
"And you do not care that I bind myself for life to this man?"
"Care? Yes; why not?"
"I have thought it all over hundreds of times, when we talked of marriage those lovely nights on the beach. It was a sweet dream, worthy of two young people in their teens. We forgot everything,—the luxurious habits which had become second nature to us both,—the impossibility of making even love wild as ours suffice with everything else wanting. We were neither young enough nor foolish enough to carry that idea out."
"Or, even then, to entertain it seriously for a moment," said Lawrence, coldly breaking in upon her.