"There you are; that's just what I have been telling you," he said, nodding his head. "And this morning, when I came for you at the Y. W. C. A., you wanted bad to say you wouldn't marry me. When you shook hands with me your hand was like ice. You tried to speak the words, but they wouldn't come."
"After all, one isn't married every day of one's life, is one? I admit I was nervous for the moment."
"If I hadn't shown you the license and the ring, I guess you wouldn't have done it. You hadn't the nerve to back out of it then."
"I hadn't slept a wink all night. I kept on turning it over in my mind. I was frightened at what I'd done. I didn't know a soul in Winnipeg. I hadn't anywhere to go. I had four dollars in my pocket. I had to go on with it."
"Well, you took pretty good stock of me in the train on the way here, I guess," he laughed, pacing up and down the room.
"What makes you think so?" asked Nora, who had recovered her coolness.
"Well, I felt you was looking at me a good deal while I was asleep," he jeered. "It wasn't hard to see that you was turning me over in your mind. What conclusion did you come to?"
Nora evaded the question for the moment.
"You see, I lived all these years with an old lady. I know very little about men."
"I guessed that."