“Oh, he’ll get over that—if you insist; and then you’ll marry him.”
“Perhaps so—if I haven’t already married you.”
“What makes you think you may have married me?”
“You said you’d make me.”
And in the end, when Annette came back, we left it at that, with everything up in the air.
CHAPTER XXVI
More weeks followed, of which my record is chiefly in the drama of public events.
Vast as these were at the time, they seem even vaster in the retrospect. As my memory goes back to them they are like prodigious portents in the sky, awful to look at and still more awful to think about. A time will come when we shall find it amazing merely to have lived through such happenings.