‘Oh, he’ll come back all right, in time. He’s not going to give up the jolly good living he has here!’
‘But why has he bolted? When he threatened to kill you did he give any reason?’ There was too much talk about Harold. It made him angry; so he answered in an offhand way:
‘Oh, I don’t know. And, moreover, I don’t care!’
‘And now,’ said Stephen, having ascertained what she wanted to know, ‘what is it that you want to speak to me about?’
Her words fell on Leonard like a cold douche. Here had he been talking about his love for her, and yet she ignored the whole thing, and asked him what he wanted to talk about.
‘What a queer girl you are. You don’t seem to attend to what a fellow is saying. Here have I been telling you that I love you, and asking you to marry me; and yet you don’t seem to have even heard me!’ She answered at once, quite sweetly, and with a smile of superiority which maddened him:
‘But that subject is barred!’
‘How do you mean? Barred!’
‘Yes. I told you yesterday!’
‘But, Stephen,’ he cried out quickly, all the alarm in him and all the earnestness of which he was capable uniting to his strengthening, ‘can’t you understand that I love you, with all my heart? You are so beautiful; so beautiful!’ He felt now in reality what he was saying.