"Not what you're going to repeat to me? But if you said it to him—"
"I'm still not obliged to accept you—to-day."
"But if you mean to accept me at all—"
"Yes, I mean to accept you—if all goes well."
"But what do you mean by that?"
"I mean—if your family should want me."
I could feel his clasp relax as he said: "Oh, if you're going to wait for that!"
"Hugh, darling, how can I not wait for it? I told him I couldn't stop to consider a family; but—but I see I must."
"Oh, but why? We shall lose everything if you do that. To wait for my family to want you to marry me—"
I detached myself altogether from his embrace, pretending to arrange my skirts about my feet. He leaned forward, his fingers interlocked, his elbows on his knees, his kind young face disconsolate.