“And now?”
“She thinks she’ll marry me.”
He brought out the statement in a voice all awe and amazement.
“She only thinks?”
“Oh, she will. She wouldn’t say anything about it if she didn’t mean—”
“And—and you’re going to—to let her?”
“Let her? Why, man, you might as well ask me if I’d let God forgive my sins if He said He’d do it.”
“God could forgive your sins and not be any the worse off Himself.”
He sprang forward in his chair, grabbing at the bedclothes.
“Frank, I swear to you it will be the same with her. She’ll never be sorry. I’ll never let her. She’ll be like God to me. I’ll make my whole life worship and service.”