She stopped his lips with her fingers.
He kissed her finger tips and put them aside—with the compelling look of his eyes rather than with his gentle hand. He said:
“You understand you’re leaving your class and coming to mine—and that the war between these two classes is going to be bitter and more bitter until——”
“But that’s a long ways off. George,” she said abruptly, “let’s get married at once—to-day—to-morrow—as soon as we can.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you wish it?”
He smiled tenderly. “I’m married to you already—for good and all.” He held her tightly in his long arms that gave her such a sense of peace and security. “For ever—and ay, Ellen.”
She was sobbing. “Oh—I’m so happy—so happy,” she murmured.
“But you must tell me why you want to marry at once.”
She did not answer.