'My dear friend,' she said, 'you will be marrying a hard, a selfish, and a broken-hearted woman who will bring you nothing.'
'All right,' said Franklin again.
'I won't do you any good.'
'You won't do me any harm.'
'You want me to marry you, even if I'm not to do you any good?'
He nodded, looking brightly and intently at her.
She rose now and stood beside him. With all the strange new sense of unity between them there was a stronger sense of formality, and that seemed best expressed by their clasp of hands over what, apparently, was an agreement. 'You understand, you are sure you understand,' said Helen.
'What I want to understand is that you are going to marry me,' said Franklin.
'I will marry you,' Helen said.
And now, rather breathlessly, as if after a race hardly won, Franklin answered: 'Well, I guess you can leave the rest to me.'