"I'd be marrying you because I don't feel able to—to make my own way."
"That's the reason most girls have for marrying," said he. "Love comes afterward—if it comes. And it's the more likely to come for the girl not having faked the man and herself beforehand."
She glanced at the clock. He frowned. She started up. "You must go," she said.
"What is your answer?"
"Oh, I couldn't decide so quickly. I must think."
"You mean you must see your young man again—see whether there isn't some way of working it out with him."
"That, too," replied she simply. "But—it's nearly four o'clock——"
"I'll come back at seven for my answer."
"No, I'll write you to-night."
"I must know at once. This suspense has got to end. It unfits me for everything."