"Speak a nice word to me. Tell me that you believe me when I say that it is not of myself I am thinking, but of you."
"Why can't you let me think for myself in this?"
"Because you have got to think for me."
"And I think you'd do very well on the income we've got. If you'll consent to marry, this summer, I won't be glum, as you call it, a moment longer."
"No, Harry; I must not do that. I should be false to my duty to you if I did."
"Then it's no use saying anything more about it."
"Look here, Harry, if an engagement for two years is tedious to you—"
"Of course it is tedious. Is not waiting for anything always tedious? There's nothing I hate so much as waiting."
"But listen to me," said she, gravely. "If it is too tedious, if it is more than you think you can bear without being unhappy, I will release you from your engagement."
"Florence!"